Last week we went to the beach for a few days. It went by too quickly, but it was such a nice trip.
On this same beach last year is where I very nearly had a nervous breakdown. I was coming off a months-long stretch of mostly solo-parenting, with a toddler who woke all night every night, and extreme family stresses on top of movie-making stresses, and, well, of course I was having a hard time.
But I didn't see it that way then. I beat myself up all through town over not being able to handle it. As the clouds eventually parted, I've gone through about three major layers of clarity since then.
I grew up going to this same beach every summer. It feels very circle-of-life seeing my own kids play in the sand and steer boogie boards here.
The Gorilla and I joke that it's ridiculous that we live in Los Angeles and almost never go to the beach there, and instead make our family trip to the ocean when we're on the east coast.
Oh, well. Memories. And we made plenty of those.
So much can happen in one year.