Remember to Breathe.

When I think about being young nothing stands out quite like memories of weekend beach trips. Feeling heat on my shoulders...the taste of salt water in the air. My Father has surfed for over half of his life so growing up we spent a lot of time at different beaches. As a matter of fact I was on a surfboard before I could walk. Of course you wouldn't catch me on one now...like ever. BUT it was a huge part of the happy memories of careless youth. I had a really bad last week. Breakdown worthy. I worked more hours than is probably healthy and I stressed enough to make myself sick. Come Thursday, I needed away. I finished my session and then we headed South, dropping a wedding off on the way. Dinner was amazing and then to the hotel where I posted a set that was at its absolute deadline. Then it began:

Breathing.

I slept like a baby, no usb cord with me so I couldn't import anything and I was sworn from editing. It was amazing to just step away from work. I don't think that we discuss how important real breaks are. Even if its just a few hours.....