Brean Beach December (C) Samantha Dee
Quitting the Rat Race

Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 3

I woke up this morning to find Willow patting my face. She does that when I’m snoring. She’s definitely happy now it has stopped, and jumps off the bed to run up to the front of the van and back again before ‘having a spaz’ on the scratcher I’ve hung on my bedroom door handle. Silly creature.

After the bathroom thing I follow her into the front of the van, grab a brush out of one of the top cupboards and slide down on to the floor, leaning against the cabinet, I spread my legs as if I’m about to do a yoga pose. Wills knows this as a signal for grooming time. She barely drops hair at all, which is weird for a semi long-haired cat but its a bonding-quality-time thing. And she loves it.

‘Am I going to get belly this time?’ I ask her as I’m brushing her back. She ignores me and continues walking round in tiny circles. Its good that she ignores me, I’m talking to a cat. I don’t care. Me and her have been through so much together. So what if I talk to her?

I briefly re-cap the last twenty four hours like I always do. Avocado and sliced tomatoes for lunch yesterday with olive oil and balsamic dip. After lunch I grabbed my Chromebook and walked to the café. I remembered my mug that time. The café dog sat outside with me for an hour. I think maybe he gets tired of being messed with and knows he can get some peace with me. Small bowl of chilli for dinner. Stayed up very late watching something set in the dark ages about a suspected witch. I was rooting for her. She won in the end.

Willow walks off mid-brush to her hammock; a clear signal that she’s done with the grooming. I forgot to put the coffee on before I started so instead I just make up my fizzy supplement while I’m slipping on my trainers.

It’s 12c this morning and the tide is already up since I got up so late. I grab my Chrome book and slide back out of my trainers. I step out onto my deck, sit down and put my feet up on the coffee table. While I’m bringing up the book file, I look up and take a deep breath. I close the lid and just sit with the waves. The sea rocks me back to sleep in no time.

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’.

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