I walked along the windswept shore among the broken fray.
The angry sea, she call to me and begged for me to stay.
The cloudy sky, he beckoned, too, and filled me with his lies.
I trudged a few steps closer, despite the wise gull’s cries.
‘midst stormy waves, and blowing sand, I stood there all alone,
Then thought a bit, and changed my path, and headed back towards home.
~ by The Ravenously Disappearing Woman
This poem was inspired by my very windy evening beach walk. After I writing it, I realized that it could be interpreted as a seaside version of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I assure you, it’s not as dark as all that! This vacation has been relaxing, amazing, refreshing, and deeply laced in temptation. My husband and I love it here, so there’s the temptation to chuck life as we currently know it; say goodbye to family, friends, and his very secure job and start over in this new, fresh place. That’s not at all like responsible us, but it’s so very tempting.
There’s, of course, the continual temptation of food here. Everywhere I look, a restaurant sign or billboard beckons. I actually had a dream last night about putting my mouth on the nozzle of one of Sweet Frog’s frozen yogurt dispensers and sucking down the sweet stuff until my stomach nearly exploded. I had a similar, but very awake, dream about spending the day eating McDonald’s French fries. These are not healthy thoughts.
It’s not quite time for a move, and definitely not time for me to slurp up the contents of a frozen yogurt machine, or consume a heart attack’s worth of greasy fries. I need routine and accountability. I need to hug my kids, pet my cats, and sleep in my own bed. So, after one, last, perfect sunny (or even not-so-sunny) beach walk today, it will be time to pack our bags and head back towards home tomorrow.
What are you tempted by? Have you ever wanted to start over in a new place? How well do you handle temptation? Tell me about it.