|Hanging around town|
|Delicious Daphne’s. Starter Sampler: Fire Feta//Original Hummus// Guacamole|
|A small wave|
|I learned to surf below these cliffs|
|Another small wave|
|Mediterranean Salad with avocado on toast|
The air smells sweet this time of year. Jasmine and Plumeria are blooming all around our neighborhood. Even in the calm of darkness their scents slip into the house. It’s so warm, I even wore a dress one night. I love that. The waves have been small, the windows have been open, letting that fragrant air in, baseball and surf movie’s have been on our TV and we’ve been working in the backyard. Summer seems to be in full swing around here and I’m in heaven.
I always feel the most free this time of year, not that I haven’t been feeling more free since I quit my previous job. It’s been almost a year since that happened, and I can’t believe how much happier I have become as a person since that change took place. How much more enriching my life is now that I have really put my energy into my passions. In leaving that job, I felt I was giving myself a big hug, allowing myself to embrace the things in life that were meant for me, rather than the ones that seemed forced upon me. By who? I don’t really know. Not my parent’s or Scott. Society? I doubt it. I think the coercion really came from me. I think I felt I had to keep that teaching job because it seemed appropriate. I liked it, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t the perfect fit and I felt unsatisfied knowing that; laying awake at night much more curious about other potential careers and roads for my wandering feet to explore. I felt like I was wearing clothes that didn’t fit. I don’t feel like that now.