I went up my Mom's midweek this week to teach an early morning yoga class. I got there late Tuesday afternoon and it was just spectacular. I couldn't resist going out in the kayak. It was just too perfect- no seas, no wind, sunny and warm. I went way out around the backside of the Cuckold's light. My Mom and I ate a dinner of portobello BLT's while sipping red wine out on the deck before sleeping down in the boathouse. I just love tucking into my bunk and falling asleep to the sound of the ocean. 
Wednesday morning I was up at 5 to teach yoga. I was so energized after that I just had to go for a bike ride. I went all the way around the island, venturing down all the small side roads to get as many ocean views as possible. When I got back I rowed out to the motor boat to attach the new mooring line. I think I even mastered the new know my Mom's boyfriend taught me to attach it so if one side releases, the other will hold.As I rowed back to the dock in our dingy it occurred to me that I was happy. Not just happy, but really happy, blissful even. This is the place in the world where I feel the most alive, where I feel the most like the true me. The road warrior, world weary, fancy, IT consultant, that I have become in the past few years is just a character I play sometimes. The girl with the wild wind-blown curls, barefoot, in an old t-shirt and cut-off, sun kissed, and in a boat. This is the real me.
When do you feel the most like yourself? Where are you the happiest?
Aww, I love this! I often wonder if people who live near the water feel this bliss every day? I feel so at ease when I am on the Mississippi River. But also in NYC. And on the trails :)
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