Yesterday I snuck out to grab some beach time after work and what I thought would be a nice quiet day mostly became me listening to lots of other people complain. Obviously, the universe didn’t get the memo that I snuck out of the house to hear less complaining, not more of it. But I get it, you’re with friends and venting, as friends do. Yet some of the complaining was so eye-rolling that it made me realize how lucky we are, in a weird way, to have some of these things to even complain about. Imagine visiting here from some landlocked state like Pennsylvania, enjoying a trip to the beach, and hearing a conversation that included one beach having too much loud music, one beach that makes you pay for parking, a beach that has too many rocks, and a beach that is always a bit cooler than the other beaches. We live in a coastal town and good beaches and bad beaches are just part of our landscape.