As I write this I am sitting on a sea wall on Peaks Island. It’s high tide and the remnants of last weekend’s storm is still sending waves to shore. The breakers are pulling and pushing and constantly rearranging the sea stones up the beach. I can feel the sea spray on my face and, for all that I can see, I may as well be the only person in existence.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been so okay. In fact, I’m not sure when the last time I was. I find myself smiling. A lot. And not just the “sure, I’m fine” internal eye roll kind of smile, but a full fledged grin.
There are things that I’m worried about. Things that have me stressed. But I’m able to sit here, listening to the thunderous waves, and tasting the salty air. And I’m okay.
Waiting For That Rocket 
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