When Marnie and I moved to Steveston, never did I imagine that the “Steveston Lifestyle” would be therapeutic.
Since arriving in July, I’ve found my stress level has dropped. If my mind is all wound-up or the blood is pumping, I simply look out my window and see Mt. Baker. Or if I’m fired up enough to be shaking, I put on the shoes and head out for a quick walk and *poof*, everything is better. I kid you not. Heck, I just watched the Canucks stink to high-hell, Shane O’Brien get the third star in a loss (if that’s not a sign of how bad the game was, I don’t know what else would be), and I’m smiling.
So I ask you this; how can you beat this lifestyle? How can you beat walking down to the river to watch a tug glide out to sea? How can you beat returning the smiles of passers by as you walk lazily down the dyke? Exactly.
Typed as I head out the door for some serious therapy. Steveston style.