It's easy to become so caught up in the minutia of life, that we forget to live. We put off exercising our bodies then wonder why our thoughts are muddled. Writers often struggle for balance. Staring at a keyboard for hours, struggling to meet deadlines or word counts often comes at the expense of a deep breath and the soothing calm that accompanies it.
Two weeks. I passed the last two amazing weeks exploring the depths with stingrays, turtles, eels and a rainbow of fishes. Two glorious weeks of sharing blazing sunsets, dry champagne, impromptu picnics and miles-long walks with a man who loves me. Two whole weeks to reacquaint myself with what brings me joy when I'm not tapping out letters and stringing together stories.
Two weeks to restore my equilibrium. Two weeks to gather new memories, spin new tales. Two weeks to remember that there is so much beyond the office, and that if I want to write about life honestly, I must experience it first.
And in that time, I remembered how to breathe.