I had a friend who had her face resurfaced. If this doesn’t make you wince, imagine someone sandblasting your face and then saying what looks like a crime scene will translate into youth and beauty in…weeks? Months?
Let’s be truthful (but I hope she isn’t reading this): Never?
I’ll leave it with the fact that the other day my daughter said, “I hope my generation isn’t as concerned with yours is with aging.” She was talking about women and their faces. Uh, perhaps she was talking about me and my face.
This post is not about faces!! It’s about our pool, which, hold onto your seat…GOT RESURFACED! Sandblasted! Mayhem! The hot tub, too! Plaster flew everywhere. A bunch of guys worked their butts off for days to take off the old and then slather on the new.
And the whole process was totally worth the headaches that come with renovations projects because the pool is flipping gorgeous. The tile came from Peru and tells you Relax. You are in a good place. Everything is better than okay. Granted, it probably says it in Spanish, but we all know tile can’t talk, so the whole point is moot.
We invited long-time guests over for Mother’s Day to be the first ones in, and they leaped in, breaking the new pool spell gleefully. They were in the pool all afternoon and into the evening.
We work for days like that. We show up, do our stuff, hoping that one day soon we’ll get to let go of all our concerns and float.
This family splashed, snacked poolside, and floated for hours, and this is why Spirit Hill exists: to bring happiness.
Because life is short, and the less we battle with and worry over the inevitable, the more we can remember to jump in and enjoy it.