Reflecting..

A good friend of mine has had a tradition of a weekend
away on her own, annually. Last year seemed like a
good time to adopt a similar tradition for myself; it also provided good practice at traveling alone. My trip this year was to Whidbey Island- I've just become so enamored of this place this year. I rented a small cabin in Clinton, which is right off of the ferry and just 8 miles or so into downtown Langely. With the car packed with provisions for the weekend, I arrived on the island around 1, checking into my sweet little spot. A quick run into town for a few needed groceries and I was comfortably settled into my space mid-day. I spent most of Friday decompressing~ reading, napping, cooking dinner.

Saturday I woke to gorgeous blue skies and after a lazy morning with my coffee and book, I set out into the world. I ventured out to Double Bluff Beach, and walked along the shores, letting the soft sounds of the water lap at the constant monologue that's in my mind. There's something about big bodies of water that make things better- each wave bringing a sense of clarity in my thoughts. I thought a lot about the past year, and of the coming year and the things I want to spend my time and energy focusing on. My friend Danielle was planning to come over with her beau that evening, so we all met for dinner and a movie, dining on delicious local mussels.

Sunday came and with it the need to travel back home. My weekend away was lovely; quiet, restorative, full of time spent both decompressing and reflecting. And while there were moments when I thought about what it might be like to share the sweet cabin with a lover, I was happy just being there alone; so much so that I could have stayed a week.