I’m not saying you should quit your job and move to a coconut hut (though, no judgment if you do). I’m saying: look at a map. See how close those dots are. Realize that the thing you’ve been putting off—the trip, the experience, the dose of pure joy—is closer than you thought.
The Bahamas are 50 miles away from Miami. But really, they’re one decision away from you. Let that sink in. Let it make you smile. And then, maybe, let it make you book that ticket. What are you waiting for? The water’s fine—and it’s almost next door.
