A couple of weeks ago I made the descision to really embrace life, to shake off this blue funk and start enjoying all that I am and all that I know.
My eureka moment came whilst sitting on a sea wall, contemplating the hot sugary donuts that were soon be no more than a memory filed under delicious.
"This is my manor" as they say in the movies, and it's not often that I take the time to stroll down to it's watery boundaries and really appreciate what I have. In each ebb and flow lie years of seconds, minuets and hours spent without a care in the world, at least that's how it seems to me now.
So as I look around, the sun beating down and the past all tinted in rose as it should be, I can feel myself literally filling up to the brim with all of the confidence, joy and enthusiasm that used to fill my days. I put a lid on it. Scared that if it bubbles over and spills onto the sands I wont be able to feel this rush, this ecstatic peace, that washes over me now.
Days pass and the initial magic starts to lose its power. I have to get back to the sea, I have to remember.