I dropped off – went M.I.A for awhile (not to be confused with AWOL, but I wouldn’t blame you.) I’ve been buried at work, treading water with the sheer volume of projects. It’s been late nights till 11 or midnight, writing, writing. Still pregnant. Slapping myself above the ear to push to the end, just get it done – despite the sleepy hormones.

So when the opportunity came to go off the radar for a few days, I jumped at it. My parents came down from Seattle and stayed at our house with Milo – while mi esposo (D), my recently estranged partner in crime, and I jetted off to a sweltering hot aeropuerto.

We stepped into an open air fortress:

And checked into our 3rd room floor at the Hyatt in Cabo overlooking the Sea of Cortez:

We waded through the water to the swim-up bar and ordered mango-ritas (mine virgin).

The next day, I ducked under a fedora, batted my eyes behind giant shades and welcomed a new horizon.

20 weeks pregnant

I brought along a good read by a writer Robert Galbraith (aka JK Rowling) who’s also been hiding) while dipping her pen in the genre of crime.

J.K. Rowling’s new bestseller…brilliant

And then on this beach–despite weeks and months of domestic routine, it finally touched down on me, a hot sticky blanket of memory.

Medano Beach outside downtown Cabo

I remembered who I once was…a girl with open-ended dreams, countless hours to hold a pen, infinite cocktails to consume. I always believed I’d figure out a way to have it all. And in so many regards I have. But in the younger years with a child, there are so many one-sided, non-sensical conversations, ushering of little limbs, tantrums, and disasters to avoid. And you forget to count the time you’ve been on autopilot, sometimes in survival mode, for the two of you. Then when you finally stop, you see time slipped between your fingers like granules of sand.

(or in his case WATER)

So we’re back now, and it’s over. As quick as the curtain’s dropped after an act. Suddenly we’re back to our lives…with crazy deadlines and deals to close. And I’m back in the arms of Milo, and I can’t wait to show him the rest of the world.

Despite the hours and minutes that fly by each day, and how far we may drift apart due to circumstance, it’s nice to know for 72 hours we had Cabo. The quiet salty air and the constant blaze of sun. Paradiso.

And with these new flitting limbs inside me, it means a new beginning, almost in the middle of another story. It’s more hours to cram thru the hourglass. But as they say in Spanish…

“Todo saldrá bien.”

Translation: Everything will be alright.

Besos,

M