I am sitting on the back deck, looking out onto a giant white sand box. if I perk my head up a little above the sand dune, I can see the aqua water, smell the clean salt, and feel the warm breeze taking over my chilled limbs. I went for a beach run this morning at 7 am. Each person i passed said good morning! I love the southern hospitality mentality. it really resonates with me. In a way, it is like being on a Maine Island or Nova Scotia. Everyone is nice in Nova Scotia. I swear, people actually stop you in the street to wave you down in your car. SERIOUSLY. I understand the nice-factor. if you lived in a gorgeous place where the sun always shines and the temp barely waivers, I too would be springing in the sand each morning with a giant smile. Nova Scotia must be an exception, because it is cold as fuck there. All of this blah blahing aside, it is quite infectious. I'm smiling and waving to you right now. see?
Monday was a false alarm. Today is the day, today I will have another interview. Am I nervous? with out a doubt. in my fits of nerves, did i drink too much coffee? you bet ya. Great. just great. 11 am is around the corner....then perhaps I will spend the rest of the afternoon on a beach doing Thai Yoga.
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