Writer's Block

As I sit here idle, staring blankly at my computer screen, waiting for inspiration to hit me in the forehead, I've realized that my lack of inspiration is caused by nothing more than the lack of spontaneity and adventure in my life. As a recent graduate, I've spent the last five months on a steady schedule full of job applications, interviews, gym visits and late-night Netflix marathons--exciting stuff, huh?

 If I wasn't bored and depressed with the lack of call-backs from possible employers, I was starving for intellectual stimulation or a challenge of some sort. A week ago, I decided it was time to get out of town and head for the beach. I'm not sure about everyone else, but the beach offers a sense of escape and healing that I can't find in my small one-horse town in Kentucky. I knew that I couldn't afford anything more than a weekend trip, but that would be just enough to shake up my spirit and dust off my post-college blues.

There's nothing like the feeling you get when you get that first glimpse of the ocean after an exhausting eight-hour drive. Three of my friends and I took turns driving all night on Thursday and were camped out on the beach by noon on Friday. My closest friend, Angela, had never been to the ocean before and it was entertaining to walk with her into the waves the first time. I was witnessing an important event in her life and I felt honored to be there. The fact that we were both twenty-five year old women didn't seem to matter as the little girls in our hearts took the reigns, as we ran through the waves, splashing and laughing. By the end of the day, we were all sun-tired and sunburned, ready for showers and naps.

The best thing about our hotel, which we found extremely cheap, was that it was super fancy and had it's own little village with shops and bars inside. This village, which is called the Village of Baytown Warf, is located on the bay in Sandestin Golf and Beach Resort. Our hotel room was a long walk from the village but, luckily for us, there was a "drunk tram" that picked us up from our room and took us to the village both nights we were there. Let's just say that we all had an amazing time and made it back to our rooms alive!

After an evening dolphin cruise and a quick trip to the aquarium on our last day in Destin, my friends and I crammed back into my friend's little car for, what seemed to be, a much shorter trip back home. I've only been back for a few days and I'm still enjoying the aftershocks of beach giddiness and nursing a pretty intense sunburn. The best part, however, is that I got exactly what I wanted--something impulsive and random enough to wake my brain from the fog it's been locked in since graduation.

Now that I'm awake, I'm going to do my best to continue to write, whether it's about my impulsive travels or my journey into the professional realm.