Found My Zen

So, here we are, leaving Galveston Island State Park. I totally found my zen! We all slept so well last night that none of us wanted to wake up. There is just something about unplugging . . . Or maybe it’s sitting and watching the ocean. Somewhere in the last 48 hours, I just let go of it all. I think it may have been the excessive sand – everywhere – on my hands, head, ears, mouth, & face – no matter how much I washed off, there was always more, and dried salt . . . in every crevice of my body. Sweat, heat, salt, and sand, and there is absolutely nothing at all I can do about it, so I let it go. *ZEN*
That was so freeing. I also let go of the bills, if my hair looks nice, or what I look like. As we have the beach in the rearview mirror, it dawned on me just why my parents loved the beach so much – it’s where they disconnected, and once a year, they just went with the flow. That’s why I slept so good – because for the first time in years, I had zero worries. And when Mommy isn’t stressed, nobody else is. I say that, and I believe that, but I didn’t realize how much of my stress my kids actually feel. Until now. They played together without fighting for my attention. Really played, too – running on the beach, digging in the sand, holding hands and wading in the ocean. I don’t often get a chance to enjoy my kids. I got to do just that for 48 hours, and that was priceless. I got that big happy that I’m always talking about. My goal now is to keep that zen with me as long as I can. Driving through Houston this morning made me miss the easiness of having a broken overdrive setting, but, for now, I will remind myself to just let it go – and each time a worry pops up, I’m gonna try my best to let that shit go. Now . . . On to San Antonio.
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