The ocean waters at Robert Moses Beach on the western end of Fire Island was pretty rough today. The waves were huge and came crashing down much to the glee of the girls. They dared to go deeper and deeper in, all the while holding onto our hands in a death grip while squealing high pitched screams every time a wave broke. Girls.
We saw a few rescue situations from life guards though, so the waves meant business.
I’m trying to be very positive these days but to be honest, the sudden and unexpected changes with work all summer long is tiring. These waves are a spot on analogy. The last 2 weekends were a nice distraction, but we drive back into Brooklyn tomorrow early in the morning. Back to regular life. Staying positive is hard work. It’s up to me to choose what kind of week I’ll have.
What’ll it be?