Yachta Relax

My Good Morning

I'm convinced that this is the most beautiful city I will ever live in. Everyday, I drive on a street that is lined with palm trees on both sides. It's the middle of February, and the weather is absolutely perfect. I wake up to a beautiful view from my balcony, and see the sun shining on the pond. When I look across the golf course, you see across to the Cape, and the bridge that links the two cities.

I'm living in a place that, at this point in my life, I do not deserve. To understand that statement, you should know that because of a miscommunication at work, for two months I am living in Yacht/Tennis/Golf Community, meant for the retired and for vacationers. I definitely can't afford this place. While it's nice, I never saw myself as a yacht club/let's vacation in Southwest Florida kind of person even if I could afford it.

It's almost like it was God's way of saying, "Hey. You may not have worked for this quite yet, but believe me you will. You will be working for a really long time, so be sure to enjoy this now." It's like he wanted me to experience things I literally never dreamed of having.

I have had a stellar week. Everyday I am grateful, and I think one way of showing your gratitude is by really appreciating where you are and what you're going through; you owe each day and each place an acknowledgment that it exists.

I run from my condo to the marina, where I do a short circuit between two benches along the water, running, lunging, box jumping. Right before I head back home, I can't help but pause for a second. I walk to the end of one of the docks, and look out. It is just gorgeous and unreal. I really have to ask myself sometimes, "Is this really my life? Am I really here?"

On my run last night, I got to the marina, and by the restaurant/picnic area, there was live music playing, dancing, and just people having a great time. The band was playing Brown Eyed Girl. Walking on the dock, I knew tonight's pause was going to be a little longer. I stood and listened, trying to come up with excuses to stay out there without seeming like a creeper. I walked back towards land, and I just had to stop one more time. The lights were shining through the tent. It's like I was outside of myself, hovering over and seeing this life was unbelievably mine.

I decided it was time to head home. I left towards the end of "Wonderful Tonight". And, as cheesy as it sounds, if you had a day like mine, you'd feel as wonderful as I did at that moment.