I have been so selfish this week and have completely soaked up the sun and lost track of reality. I kind of felt bad when I looked at my untouched to-do list this morning. But after all, isn't that the point of going to the beach? When I was little the point was to build sand mansions and castles where my prince and princess lived. Then I got a little older and the reason for the ocean was to ride on my dad's shoulders through the waves because he's not afraid of anything. I aged some more into my teens and the purpose for a beach outing was solely sunning. I needed to be as bronze (aka burnt) as possible with no tan lines. Now I'm 26 and a lot of that has changed. I'm a sun psycho and wear SPF 110 on my face plus a hat. The water scares me a bit more now that I am old enough to read about those rare shark attacks. And the "to do" of the beach is more real as I have to find parking, pay for parking and haul all of my chairs and towels to the sand. But still the beach is a place of peace. Despite my changing views of the beach - and life really - the ocean offers hope. The ocean offers a place to forget about everything else. There is no to-do list or schedule of activities. It is the one place on earth where you can truly just be. So back I go, to my chair at the water's edge. I vow to myself to be more productive next week, knock off more of those little tasks that never seem to get done. Oh and I promise Antigua updates next week too :) At least I know I'll keep one of those. Happy Weekend and go get you some Vitamin D!