Fear and the Hamptons

So if you haven’t already guessed I’m a bit of a nervous Nellie. And it’s no wonder after living a lifetime with allergies and asthma. Always being prepared is second nature coupled with a lurking expectation for the worst-case scenario i.e. something will make me unwell.

This is all to explain why going to my friend’s house was a deal for me. Not a huge deal, not a big deal, but a deal nonetheless. Would I get allergic to the cats that were no longer there? Would I get allergic or asthmatic to something else in the house that would necessitate a drive back to the city in the middle night? Don’t laugh, it happened on too many family trips or outings where I would become so allergic that back home we’d go, or I’d be medicated to the gills and frankly no fun.

This trip like many others before it were a confirmation of the fact that A: I’m not as allergic as I was 25 years ago [AMEN!] and B: when I push through my fears, I am always rewarded.

Always. Not occasionally. Not sometimes. Not once in a blue moon enough to keep me striving but ALWAYS.

When I push through my hesitation, my nervousness, my anticipatory fear [because often the fear is about anticipating the worst case scenario-see, how insidious it all is?] it’s worth it. The rewards are there waiting, even if it’s merely saying I pushed through.

So here are some pictures of a gorgeous day on Friday. We went to
Mecox beach, where the bay and the ocean practically meet. Think 4pm, hot sun, cool ocean breeze, empty beach, white sand, a 5 year old scampering about looking for crab legs [what was left after the seagulls had picked them clean] and me with my camera phone. Heavenly.