What defines you? What makes you who you are? What are you passionate about?
These are always questions that no one seems to ask themselves. I noticed recently that if you don’t know the answers to these or haven’t yet cared to pay attention there’s always one way to find out. What is it that when talking to other people you just absolutely have to share? What one thing sits atop your mind and at the tip of your tongue? This works, at least for me.
This week we had a birthday party for our oldest boy. While talking to one of the parents it was inevitable, I began talking about the boat. I talked about looking for a boat, living on the boat, comparing our current house and pool and lot to squeezing it all down into something that’s between 40 and 60 feet long.
I know that I think and dream about our new lifestyle-to-be all the time. But it’s become clearly evident that no matter how discouraged or frustrated I get with how things are now, how things are not happening quickly enough, how I just want to sail away from all of this crap or how much I just want to forget it all and find something different, it all comes back to me. It all falls back in line and I find myself wondering what it will be like having to work on the eleventeen trillion boat list to-do items. Wondering about how wonderful it will be falling asleep with the wind whistling through the standing rigging and the water lapping at the hulls. I find myself looking around as I go through the day thinking, “That’s not going to make it on the boat” or “I need to remember that needs to go with us to the boat”. I’m sure the cruisers out there are rolling with laughter or calling me crazy for saying this but I’d rather be working on a marine head right now than trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the flapper valve on our guest toilet in the house. (Side note: I have horrible toilet karma, but that’s another story for later)
Sailing and cruising has become what I’m passionate about. It has become what drives me to put up with the day to day drive-you-friggin-nuts job and traffic and such. It is my light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope that one day, when I make it to the end of that tunnel it doesn’t turn out to be a barge headed straight for me.
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