I’m Going to Massachusetts (in my mind): DBT Improve The Moment “Vacation”
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Its funny you should share this… For me I am 9 years old again. I am in Ocean City, Maryland spending my summers with my Grandparents. My Grandma and I are sitting on the beach building sand castles and my Grandpa is on the deck rocking in a Cracker Barrel rocking chair with Sam his Siamese cat. I can smell the salt water air, hear the waves crashing upon the shore and feel the sand between my toes. Ocean City is my "happy place". It has taken some mastering but now it is as simple as closing as my eyes, taking a deep breath and being there. Summers filled with no worries just happiness. Memories of making the trek down to the water to get the "good sand" for our castles, feeling that warm water wash over my feet. Washing all the pain and stress away. It took some practice but I can do it now and my Grandma's peanut butter, orange marmalade on pumpernickel bread sandwich is still the best comfort food in the world for me! 🙂