|A view of Gulf Shores from the State Park Pier|
Ahhh, what a week at the beach can do for one's sanity. Restore it! Growing up, my mom, grandmother, and I would take a family vacation every summer. Everywhere from San Antonio to Disney World to the mountains. You name it, we went. My mom always had an agenda planned out with some "do anything" breaks along the way. As much as I enjoyed those trips, and as much cool stuff as I got to do, I've adopted a much more do-whatever-strikes attitude to vacations. Especially since I haven't been on a proper one in years, and David can't remember ever taking one at all. Hell, I haven't taken a vacation day since December of 2014. No wonder I'm so unpleasant as of late.
This past week's trip to Gulf Shores, Alabama was technically the second leg of our honeymoon, just a year and a half after the fact. We went into it with a list of possible activities, a prioritized list of restaurants (naturally), and the promise to do whatever we felt like doing.
David wanted to hit up Fort Morgan for a historical tour, we booked a dolphin cruise, and we toyed with the possibility of visiting the Gulf Shores Zoo.
After our first evening on the beach, when I asked David if he still wanted to visit Fort Morgan the following morning, he replied, "Meh. I kinda just want to sit on the beach."
Agree, sir. Agreed.
For a landlocked Texan like me, that first view of the ocean after a long absence can be completely and wonderfully overwhelming. We decided to camp out in the sand, swim in the ocean, enjoy great meals, and we'd get around to...whatever.
|Our first day parked on the beach.|
We took a little sport tent for shade, tethered it in the sand and sat, and swam, waded, lounged, dug for shells, took a turn in the pool, napped, dodged jellyfish, read, ate and planted ourselves on the beach some more. For a week. I could not have asked for anything more therapeutic after a challenging year at work thus far and a whole lot of grown up decisions on the horizon.
|The last day, the last beach selfie.|
Our last night sitting on the beach and watching the waves, I looked over and said, "I think I need to teach again," and he said, "I thought that might be the case." And there you have it. I'm planning to weigh my options: a return to the higher education classroom with limited options in the immediate area or an alternative certification graduate program to teach in our public schools.
I feel lighter and righter already.