I think it’s safe to say that I made it back from my beach trip and I got what I needed in terms of sun, sand, and salt water.
I really needed that. Three days and two nights away from the city, the sounds of the sea constantly in the background, a cool breeze, blistering hot sunlight beaming down from above, good food, good company, and no worries.
Of course, I came back and went straight to work and it just never stopped, which is why I’ve only gotten back to blogging yesterday. (I’m actually supposed to be doing some work now but decided to put some entries here while I’m able) It’s a flurry and frenzy of work that needs to be addressed before school ends for the term break and Christmas vacation starts.
But I realized that this is going to be my life now. School is going to be the ever-present constant that will take priority in all my scheduling from now on. With the Benilde trimestral system, it will be hard to find free time between terms to have time for myself so I have to take advantage of my thrice a week schedule and really make the time out to take care of myself.
I used to go to the beach at least thrice a year and I am resolved to do three beach trips next year.
I know I’m going to Bali on May for a wedding. I have to save up for that but I also have one beach trip scheduled for 2019. Two more. And one of them should be spontaneous. Because that will keep me from becoming some stuck-up old fool.
I will be forty next year. This is my last hurrah and my last Christmas and New Year as a thirty-year old and I want to make a promise to myself that I will not deprive myself of the things that I love even when I hit middle age.
And the beach is essential.
I’m not going to make that same mistake again. More beach trips in 2019. And from hereon until I physically cannot possibly go.
That’s my promise.