55: I can’t really afford to live every day like it’s my last

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What if, one day, you woke up and discovered that you only had 28 days to live? Continue reading “55: I can’t really afford to live every day like it’s my last”

31: happy happy joy joy

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I waded out until the warm, pristinely blue water rose to my waist.

Then I turned to face the beach and lowered my body gently until I was kneeling.

I was warm, and there were large silver fish flitting around me, always within arm’s reach, but too quick to actually grab.

I was having trouble controlling my breathing. My heart rate was a little high, and I had wandered alone down the beach as far as I could go without leaving the resort. And now I knelt, submerged up to my shoulders in the Gulf of Mexico, and I tried very hard to empty my mind and take in the beautiful tropical paradise in which I found myself. Continue reading “31: happy happy joy joy”