Vancouver, one of the most livable cities in the world.
Vancouver, one of the most livable cities in the world.

My mom and I had a refreshing walk at the beach in Vancouver after running some errands. It was a gorgeous sunny day. The rays highlighted the monochromatic sand. The rhythm of the choppy waves of the aquamarine water, soothing. Wispy clouds, the smell of briny water and a Toni Onley-esque mountain backdrop. Who could ask for anything more?

I tried to write today. But I could not squeeze out a sentence. Not even one. I had one aha moment though that I’ll write out tomorrow. Lord have mercy. After doing some work (my day job), I chilled out with my brothers and also watched 30 Rock, one of the funniest shows on the tube at the moment. I do feel in need of more rest. Not just spiritual, but to replenish my energy stores.

My brothers and I discussed some of our favorite childhood books: James and the Giant Peach, Where the Wild Things Are, Amelia Bedelia, Encyclopedia Brown (one blogger wrote of how impossible it was for Brown to solve those mysteries. Heresy!). Those Choose Your Own Adventure books were quite dark and age inappropriate as everyone dies at the end, no matter which adventure you choose.

We laughed about Will Arnett’s deep voice interpreting memorable lines from that much loved book ‘Are you there God, it’s me Margaret.’  That title is appropriate for how I’m feeling tonight. I have only ruminated on my book’s topic and have not been able to write a word. I feel cruddy about that.  

Are you there God? It’s me, Sylvia.

What comforts me is remembering Margaret Atwood talk about days of staring out the window, unable to do anything else. She shared that at a talk in Vancouver not too long after she wrote The Robber Bride. Well, if Margaret Atwood can have many days of blanking out and still write plenty of books, then there’s hope for the rest of us. 

“Tomorrow is a brand new day with no mistakes in it,” Anne of Green Gables.