I drove to Avalon Beach at 6.30am yesterday for a little piece of Indian summer.
It was blissful.
DD and I went for a sandy walk, had a splash in the ocean, ordered coffee and bacon rolls at a wholefood cafe called Nourished and generally felt like we were on holidays for three hours.
I told him it’s the way I want every day to start in eight years time, when both my kids finish high school. That’s when I’m making my move from a busy road to the beach.
In the meantime I’ll just have to steal lazy moments when I can.
Mind you, my brain didn’t really slow down.
When I was uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments, DD asked what I was thinking. I thought about lying and saying “nothing” but decided to hit him with both barrels.
“Well … I was wondering whether to put another sausage in the rogan josh sausages for dinner tonight, then I worried about whether serving mimosas for breakfast on Mother’s Day would wreck me for the rest of the day, then I remembered I need to get the eldest a school band shirt for her concert on Saturday night, then I wondered what I should have for lunch, then I plotted the route I should take to get to my friend Wendy’s house for a cup of tea when I leave here, then …”
I think he regretted asking. He really wants me to stop over-thinking everything so much. But it’s a hard habit to break.
I’m not sure I’ll ever totally get there, but beach mornings are a good start.
Here are some happy snaps (taken on DD’s inferior iPhone5 because … gasp … I forgot to take my iPhone6) …
Song of the day: Smoke City “Underwater love”