So I have been really stressed lately. I started remembering this week why we went on our trip to Hawaii; what we wanted a break from. I've been sick, working long hours, trying to get grad school applications in, visiting grad schools, spending countless hours trying to figure out how to not owe the IRS all of our savings, and the list goes on. So I wasn't in the mood to even read last night. I wasn't sure what I was in the mood for. I sort of felt like being some place else, but I picked up my little paperback dopy of "call of the wild" and laid down on my bed. Apparently the last time I read this was on the beaches of Kauai. I opened it up and began to page through it to find where I left off, and with every turn of the page more and more white sand began to fall on my face and into our bed. Then my wife began to rub my neck and I thought about how life really isn't so bad. Silly me for thinking this week's problems were too big for a little sand sprnkled on the face to fix.
i like this. a lot.
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