When a man walks into a room he brings his whole life with him. If you listen he’ll tell you how he got there. For the first time in my life I have a willing participant, the boat is rocking and the world is my oyster. Unfortunately I have missed my window, life has caught up to me in no uncertain terms. The tide is turning.
Timing is an interesting thing, you never know when its too late until its too late. This year has been a roller coaster all things equally in love, romance, finance, and family. I’ve done everything I can to ignore reality but its there smack dab in the middle of my life. I waited to long for what ever it is I thought I needed and wanted and now that I have it my time has passed. My obligations have changed, winter looms over my head and my new reality is my constant companion.
In 30 days Sookie will go into mothballs and I will leave the Salish Sea. It isn’t that I have changed or that my dreams have changed, its just that my priorties have changed. I think about selling Sookie but she isn’t a boat, she is an extension of me. I could store her but storing her in the Pacific Northwest unatended will reverse all the time, energy and hard work I have put into her. An unused boat will quickly become a ball and chain, a never ending leash tying me to what I know, love and need but can’t have at this particulare junction in my life.
It seems like a lifetime has slipped through my fingers but that plian old life of mine has been a good one. I’m young, happy and healthy and most importantly loyal and flexible. The tides are turning and I’m slowly coming to terms with a new journey. I was born a sailor and always will be one. I know that I have held on too long and while this journey is over I’m not letting go, just changing my course. As this portion of my life is being packed up a new and exciting one is manifesting before my eyes. Freedom comes in many forms but it never comes easy, my gloves are laced up and I’m stepping onto the ring.
When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw. ~Nelaon Mandela