I think the quote goes something like, “life’s a b***h, then you die”, right? An ironically pessimistic way of viewing life I would say. I prefer the, “Life’s a beach” take on it.

Today, I had the goal of going to Hardly Strictly. A music festival in San Francisco. Ramblin’ Jack Elliott played and finished all while I was looking for parking. No parking was found. All I could see was the beach in the distance.

I had two options. I could turn around and go home to begin my workout and meal prep. Or… I could go to the beach. It’s right there. Choices.

The beach it was. The surfers swim through the breakers in the distance. They catch a waves when they get lucky. A little boy learns to toss a football. People wear thongs to the beach. After all, this week is the only week to naturally tan your butt. The young lovers canoodle. Toddlers build things in the sand. Older couples rest side by side in a comfortable silence. Naturally, I sit with my little dog on our blanket, and write as the waves crash in the distance. My little dog, Max, observes the people and dogs on the beach as well. You see, at the beach on a warm day, there is something for everybody.

Without a doubt, the beach will always be a favorite past time which brings me back again and again.

-Keri