The ocean, the beach, the hot sun on my face, my favorite place. After all the prepping, extra long hours at the gym, cutting out my beloved pizza and chocolate, tanning to get a base so my strawberry blonde skin wouldn’t burn and plotting and planning all of my bikinis of course ordering a couple new ones from Victoria Secret. Why did they stop making them? My bags were packed, I thought I was ready for Vacation Street when it happened, a last minute trip to Target to get some back up black bikinis. Ladies, I know you know what I am talking about! I could have been upset, avoided the beach and soaked up self pity instead of sunshine. The little things in life are the most powerful and the rest is built upon them. With no idea that 7 years would pass and the memories and pictures from this trip would be the closest thing I would have to the ocean, I am so glad that on top of everything in my suitcase I packed a good attitude. “One minute of anger robs you of 60 seconds of happiness” – Les Brown. I started every day running out to see the sunrise over the ocean, not letting the few extra things I had to put in my beach bag run my day. Because of the extra emphasis on enjoying my time and not letting something so small ruin it I experienced one of if not my best vacations. I lived carefree for a week, fully alive. The next time you are on Vacation Street don’t let something small rob you of happiness. Put your toes in the water, ass in the sand, enjoy it fully and overflow your suitcase with memories to take with you for you never know when you’ll be surrounded by snow and they’ll be the closest thing you’ll have.
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