Finding What I Wasn't Looking For

Who hasn't thought how great it would be to grab the laptop and work on the beach every day? I know I have. I also thought of it as an unrealistic dream. I mean, the logistics alone are too complicated, right? Dangerous environment for a laptop. The unpredictability of the weather. The allure of a nap overwhelming any possible productivity. No, actually working with toes in sand isn't feasible. 

Or is it? 

I didn't come to the beach on a Sunday with plans to do anything work-related. I'm well on track to meet all my deadlines. Sunday was free to be all mine. But when I sunk my toes into the spongy sand, when the roar of the crashing waves beckoned, I found something I wasn't looking for. Inspiration.

A bout of creativity I haven't had in a long, long time. Not that the creative spicket has been turned off or anything. But one of those moments from which you feel your soul driving your being? You find yourself searching for pen, chisel, electronic device, whatever utensil is available to record the moment. When it passes, the body is spent, mind both euphoric and exhausted. Yeah, that's been a while.  

Maybe it is possible to work at the beach. Seems the soil is ripe for growing muses.