My young niece, a child the last time I saw her only a few months ago has bloomed into a woman, my brother at her side fishing for sculpin in the late afternoon sun. My mom sits next to me in the cockpit sipping on wine, her first visit to Sookie. It’s been a long crazy day and we are all tired, fat full of my world famous man tacos, life is good in our quiet little Marina.
I look over at the young one, I wasn’t much older than her when I bought my first sailboat and a set sail. It was the easiest thing I have ever done because it was what I wanted more than anything else in the world. Now decades later having filled those dreams I look to distant horizons, a new and different way of sailing through life. Looking out over the quiet bay at dawn, I realize it isn’t my dreams that have changed, it’s me that has changed.
I’m not that same person and my goals are now simpler and smaller although when I say smaller I say smaller from my current perspective, compared to a young Stormy they are like climbing Mt Everast but that’s what my simple life is, ever evolving to meet my current needs. The islands are magnificent at this time of year, the journeys slow and un choreographed, no rules, no goals other that to wake up every morning with a feeling of satisfaction in that I’m doing everything right, right now. Today is one of those days, everyday is. Life is what happens while we are making plans.
“You say, ‘If I had a little more, I should be very satisfied.’ You make a mistake. If you are not content with what you have, you would not be satisfied if it were doubled.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon