Brean Beach, Image Credit: Jon Barton
Quitting the Rat Race

Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 15

It was crisp and clear last night so I turned my heating up a notch. As I woke up I knew it was under ten degrees out and I stretch to enjoy the ‘toasty-ness’ before I got up. Willow head-butted my cheek and then jumped up to give me her own version of ‘cpr’.

I dress and do the bathroom thing, and hear a helicopter flying over. Probably Coastguard. Up front I put the kettle on and open the curtains. Lots of torches this morning. Of course, its Saturday; lots of weekenders and dogs. it’s going to be a great day.

For some reason I fancy lemon and ginger ‘tea’ this morning using real lemon and a small chunk of ginger. I sweeten it with honey. One of my three beach walks yesterday was with an Aunty who lives about nine caravans down from me. She pops around often and the chit-chats are always nice. So we ‘went left’ for a good hour and a half on that round trip and then decided to carry on another half an hour down to the cafΓ©.

We talked about curtains and dogs and scarves and waterproof clothing and relatives and life. Somehow we find things to fill hours of chit-chat. We buy sandwiches and hot drinks and sat out front even though it was dull and nippy. We were both wrapped up enough and very warm from the long walk.

I’ve never been ‘chit-chatty’ but I do like listening to her. I’m very much a person who is comfortable with silence, which most are afraid or uncomfortable with. I’ve learned to treat my thoughts as clouds or traffic and just observe them passing by, not something I have to react to or even believe. Anyway, after lunch we made our way back to hers and we both dozed off to the dulcet tones of ‘Homes Under the Hammer’.

So, this morning I need a good stretch. I grab my yoga mat and a little camping lamp, lock up and make my way down to the sand. The temperature is fresh and as I walk left, there’s a slight breeze. ‘Definitely not tee-shirt weather’, I think, as I find my usual spot and lay my mat down folded. I sit down and place my lamp down in front of me, off the mat. I roll through a series of stretches before I grab my feet and bring them in as far as they go to stretch my big muscles.

I lengthen my back, and start to feel the pull of the sand grabbing my energy ‘cord’ and the other end through the top of my head. I go with it, breathing deeper and feeling my stretched muscles relaxing. The cord is the colour of warm sunlight today, and I ease into a daydream state and wrap the light around each muscle, one at a time. I lower my head to the mat, folded over, and rest in the light.

I’m stirred by a dog slapping his wet muzzle on my neck obviously wondering whether I’ve expired, and I roll over laughing. It’s already a great day.

About this Series

‘My Fake Journal’ is a self-visualization. It is my future life happening right now. These entries will form part of a book called ‘Quitting the Rat Race’.

Read from Episode 1

About Samantha Dee

Author, Writer, Editor, Coach, Mother of Cats.

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