I’m home at last, my darling little blog, and have missed you ever so much! I can unabashedly admit that an entire week sans Blackberry and Internet access did leave the mind reeling for daily doses of urban chatter, but being incommunicado allowed for some much needed respite and reflection on the whirlwind year I have just narrowly escaped from alive. And after all, if one is going to drop off the map and disappear to an oceanic paradise, then there is no one better to have accompany you than your beau, and I was lucky enough to have mine all to myself for nine blissful days.
What a strange pace time seems to take when displaced from our familiar surroundings; daily life becomes suspended in limbo and seems like nothing more than a heat-induced mirage far, far away on the horizon. It’s like the mind is able to finally heave a collective sigh of relief and drift into a languid lounge, hungrily devouring the fruits of a pleasure read after so many months of insipid emails, and basking in the glow of an indulgent tabloid binge. Reading about the fragmented lives of others, be they of the fictional or famous nature (comparable, non?) is so much more satisfying when one’s own life is in perfectly simplified order, and the most pressing item on the day’s agenda is finding a poolside chaise with optimum exposure to the sun.
After all, is there anything more effective for soothing an aggravated soul than the healing potential of a idyllic environment? The sun’s rays bathe us in a healthy glow that banishes our stunned and sheltered winter selves to ghosts from a far away time that we barely acknowledge the existence of. Balmy winds, pristine white sands, and vivid cerulean salty waves calm our ravaged nerves and allow us to return back to reality with a sense of victory, as if all our inner turmoil has been resolved and left behind. Refreshed, recharged, and ready to tackle this season’s new set of goals and challenges.
Plus, is there really any better accessory than a killer tan?
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What a strange pace time seems to take when displaced from our familiar surroundings; daily life becomes suspended in limbo and seems like nothing more than a heat-induced mirage far, far away on the horizon. It’s like the mind is able to finally heave a collective sigh of relief and drift into a languid lounge, hungrily devouring the fruits of a pleasure read after so many months of insipid emails, and basking in the glow of an indulgent tabloid binge. Reading about the fragmented lives of others, be they of the fictional or famous nature (comparable, non?) is so much more satisfying when one’s own life is in perfectly simplified order, and the most pressing item on the day’s agenda is finding a poolside chaise with optimum exposure to the sun.
After all, is there anything more effective for soothing an aggravated soul than the healing potential of a idyllic environment? The sun’s rays bathe us in a healthy glow that banishes our stunned and sheltered winter selves to ghosts from a far away time that we barely acknowledge the existence of. Balmy winds, pristine white sands, and vivid cerulean salty waves calm our ravaged nerves and allow us to return back to reality with a sense of victory, as if all our inner turmoil has been resolved and left behind. Refreshed, recharged, and ready to tackle this season’s new set of goals and challenges.
Plus, is there really any better accessory than a killer tan?
Entre nous, of course not.
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