Quitting the Rat Race
As a result of one of the courses she teaches, Sammy is selling her house, car and entire worldly possessions to move to the coast, live by the sea and write books. Here are a selection of writings on that subject, including 'My Fake Journal' in which she describes her future life as if its already happening right now.
There's a consistency and flow to the tides that I find comforting. On rough water days there's a constant sound of rushing water that's hypnotic. It's that I focus on now as I march up the beach, my muscles getting a bit of a wake up call.
By the time I've done the bathroom thing, put the kettle on and opened the curtains in the front, the sky is just beginning to lighten. I see one torch on the beach, likely an early dog walker. I get it; when I'm meditating to the sunrise I feel like I'm the only one out there. It feels like the whole world is asleep and toasty in their beds. It's just me, the sand and the water.
In this reverie I calculate I've walked at a good pace for twenty minutes or so. I'm at the fluffy sand and appear to have caught up with the white poodle, who's now plastered in sand and chomping on a stick which has some seaweed hanging from it.
Always loved chamomile, probably on account of the fact that I used to eat daisies as a kid. Pick the petals off and eat the yellow bit. I still would today, if I found the right daisy.
While I'm pouring my coffee and screwing the lid on I then wonder whether my Chromebook is shower-proof. 'I'd expect so, most laptop keyboards are mounted on a kind of membrane aren't they?' my recently retired tech brain started whirring. 'You're not going to type a thousand words in the rain, are you?'
Once the riders confirm it's safe to 'go', the one in the front loosens her rein a bit and faces forward. It's first stride is full stretch from the back legs, the rider leans forward and in a single pace is at full gallop. The gallop is the only pace where a horse lifts all four feet off the floor and reach speeds of up to thirty miles per hour. To explain it plainly, its like standing on the roof of a car at that speed.