I have this theory where when God created the beach, he intended it to be a sanctuary for those like me who aren’t a fan of organized religion because, really, how can you look at a place like North Topsail Beach and *not* feel at peace with everything around you and yourself?
When I need to think, I go to the beach. When I need to *breathe*, I go to the beach. When I need to calm down, come to peace with something or just get away, I go to the beach.
Today’s visit was simply because it was too nice not to go. I’m hoping this year I can have more “just because” visits and fewer “let’s get this together, chick” visits.
Starting with vacation, which kicks off Saturday night as soon as I leave the office.
Kicking rocks 