How long
has it been since I sat down at a beach and wrote?
Much too
long.
I sit at
Newport Beach, a block away from my mother's home. I
can hear the ocean waves, and I can smell the salty
air. The wind is blowing a fresh warm wind in my direction.
I have had
such a wonderfully relaxing Thanksgiving weekend here
with my mother.
I arrived
early Thursday morning and Jacki,
my mother, and I went to Disneyland for Thanksgiving
day.
Friday my
mother and I went out to Laguna Beach. Saturday we went
for a boat tour of Balboa Islands. Today I spend the
day at Newport Beach, enjoying my peaceful environment
and watching the surfers and seagulls do their stuff.
I have forgotten
how much the beach means to me. I must make a resolution
to myself to get to the beach as much as possible. The
beach is a meditative release for my mind. The sand
here has a gold colour to it.
So now I
and studying to be a doctor, Whoopee!
I sacrifice
so much just to cram the information into my head. I
want to be financially stable so I can take care of
my mother when she gets older. I want children, All
that takes money.
Money.
I want to
go away. Become a beach bum in Greece.
Enjoy my
life. Enjoy life!
Why am I
so hard on myself? Why can't I just let myself live?
What am I going to say to Robert,
Kelly
and Chris?
Kim? My Mom?
Myself?
