Off-grid #3
Take the plunge.
One of the things I was concerned about before leaving for this residency was going crazy while stranded at sea. It’s not like I’m cut off from civilization exactly, but I think I was worried the effect the environment or isolation would have on me, and I felt insecure and doubtful that I would be capable of handling it— the freedom.
My worrying was sending me in circles. I was not feeling prolific or organized. I used whatever shred of reason I might have possessed to put on my shoes, pack a towel, and head to the beach. The current water temperature here is 53 degrees. I’ve gotten into the habit of cold plunging. Not everyday, just some days. I’ve gone alone a couple of times and also with some of the other residents. I thought the water would be too cold. It is cold. But I like that it’s a mind over matter kind of situation. There’s nothing to be gained from overthinking it; I just decide to do it, and after I do it, I feel pretty great. Like there’s no need to overthink anything, and I can go about my life.
