Photo obtained at Split Shire.
Welcome to Scribbler in the Sand! I’m so excited to have you here. Seriously, I get a little blurp feeling in my squishy little abdomen when I think about how I might encourage, uplift, or otherwise entertain you today.
You may call me Lauren. I have lived over three decades. My prince and I live in a beautiful castle (which will be all ours in another three decades, hopefully less, God willing) far from the beach. But my heart is always ocean bound. I have a day job, a nightly workout regimen, and mild obsessions with Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron. (I may or may not have swooned while watching The Greatest Showman.)
I don’t have all the answers about anything. I’m not even sure I have some of the answers about some things. What I do have is a passion for making other people’s days better. It’s commonplace for many of us to live mechanically, adapting to the situations we encounter, never feeling much of anything except confusion, frustration, and discontent. (And bloating. Seriously, consider our standard diets.) I have been there. I know what it’s like. It took me many years to get out of that funk. Because of that experience, I feel a responsibility to help those who are funked out get back to themselves and to help those who are not funked out to stay that way.
Which is why I created Scribbler in the Sand. Will I blog about writing, considering a synonym for writer is in the title? Yep, there’s a good chance. Will there be posts about beach etiquette? For darn sure. (I’m confident I could compose a 5000-word essay on how to properly choose your spot on the beach after other people have beaten you to it. I won’t, though.) Will I bore you with tales of my health and fitness journey? Yeah, probably. (Sorry, not sorry. I have a right to brag – as I’m sure you have things to brag about, too!) What about inspiration? motivation? encouragement? Yes, yes, and double yes!
Look, I know we’ve never met. But you found my blog for a reason. You clicked the link for a reason. You’ve read this far down the post for a reason. Why would I waste your emotional energy and mine punishing you for doing that by embroiling you in negativity? You can get that buzz at the grocery store. There’s no room for it here.
So, that being said, let’s get started!
Let’s get the beach ball rolling: Where do you go when you need a pick-me-up? (And don’t say the bar or the brothel. Those of us reading your comment may not be able to tell if you’re joking.)