8 miles into my journey I turned the boat around and headed back to the dock, I’m done.
Yesterday I got the news just a little late, I had missed my ride and my one chance a year to be with my family. I tried to mask my disappointment, hung up the phone and walked out the door. I came back to work after hours, cleaned up my desk and left a note that said gone sailing.
I walked down to the boat and got her all set up, by the time I was ready to leave it was nearly 11:00pm but I was wide a wake. For the first time ever I sailed easily out of the harbor Bellingham was pushing me out of the nest. In the light winds it took over two hours to get across the 8 mile bay. It was beautiful and balmy as the gentle winds scooted me off on my journey.
I don’t know how to describe the empty feeling that began to fall over me other than complete loneliness. I don’t ever remember feeling such detachment or utter loneliness in my life.
This is supposed to be fun I thought to myself, the sailing was magnificent but without someone to share it with it was empty. I turned the boat around and headed back to the harbor. I’ve always enjoyed day sailing solo as it is such a great way to clear the mind. I don’t know whats changed but I have no desire to sail alone.
Every journey has an end, the question is where do I go from here.
The most terrible poverty in this world is loneliness.