Day 2: Relaxing is Hard Work

Dear Journal: I woke up with a start. The Cancun sun was blaring through my window, shining full force and begging me to come out and play. I check the clock: 6:55 am.

Hell no.

But after several attempts to go back to sleep I just decided to throw on some clothes and get ready for the day.

Even though Sunday was a day of total relaxation and do-nothingness, I accomplished quite a bit. I wrote out most of this story for work (and yes, I know I shouldn’t have done any of it while on vacay, but this one is very personal so I felt it’d be a great environment to write it in – and it was. I completed the story on my last day there). I also read, napped and in the late afternoon took a bus to the downtown area. The bus is so easy to take and I really wanted to get out of the resort for a bit. After a 15 cm Subway sandwich for dinner while watching Bringing Down the House on TNT, I went out to the beach…

It’s becoming a little habit I think. I sat on the steps leading down to the shore and again I just stared at the waves. I heard them crash. I smelled the fresh air. I felt the night chill. And I just sat there. At one point I thought, “I should get going,” but where to? So I made myself stay. I looked at the stars and wanted to send a little prayer up, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. So I just put my hands together and smiled. I felt I was going to be just great. And there I sat for a half hour doing nothing but watching, listening and giggling to myself.