G and I spent the day at the beach today. I was apprehensive, because being the goal orientated person I am, I feel like I haven't done anything unless I've made progress on my projects. Taking time off and having fun is a difficult thing for me to allow myself to do. Especially now that I'm working full time on my own company (and talking to friends and family about two additional ones.) It's all about working for myself, doing what I am best at: building innovative new products and launching them.
But today, we went to the beach. It's been a year since I moved to Los Angeles. Here's what I did last year on this day. I was in love with Playa del Rey. And today, G and I went to my favorite beach. We layed out and watched the airplanes take off. We frolicked and splashed in the waves. I stayed in a long time. Diving and jumping in the waves. Splashing in the froth and effervescent. Who needs a massage therapist? Just spend a day at the beach.
We agreed that we live in the best place in the world at the best time (the future is now). As we walked down the Venice boardwalk, seeing old faces and shops, I remarked that I've been living life like I'm on vacation for a year now. I was so happy and felt refreshed. And we agreed that these risks we take only seem like risks in the future, for in the past they become the obvious choice. Is it the only time you are on solid ground that the world seem unstable around you? If so, I've got to get used to this rocking.
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