Life teaches us all kinds of lessons. We just have to be willing to learn.
“I can’t keep doing this,” I tell my husband as we take our seats at the local Mexican restaurant.
We're in a booth near the bar, our usual spot when we visit.
The bartender nods in our direction and smiles. She knows our favorite drinks and reaches for the blender to start my Piña Colada.
We often find ourselves talking through things here… I have no idea why, but it's the restaurant we always go to to discuss work, finances, and life in general.
Maybe it reminds us of our trips to Puerto Vallarta, where the food and beverages flowed and putting on enough sunscreen was our only care.
I take a deep breath, the weight on my shoulders easing slightly as I exhale. I wish we were at the beach, not here. It's the beginning of winter, and everything is just starting to sleep.