Every night when I lay my head on my soft deep red pillows I get excited for a bright morning and hot coffee. I pull a pile of blankets up to my chin, wiggle in and fall asleep dreaming of what can possibly come my way in the following day. This liveaboard life on Sookie is a good one.
The wind howles outside but it’s warm and bright in our little cabin. The walls of Sookie ring with laughter, even when I’m alone it’s an adventure, but this ship was built for two. Up at the crack of dawn, coffee, a walk into town to photograph the storm and now the whole day is mine. My rigging bag needs attention, the stores need to be inventoried and I need a jacuzzi in a big way.
Good company is my favorite word and visitors have been flocking through, maybe I need to name this little boat the hotel Sookie. Her galley is compete, her berths fit for a queen and her interior is as ship shape as she has ever been. Back on my quit smoking routine and excercose, I need more. A month down due to my misfiring brain and I feel soft, fat and skinny at the same time. The long days of spring have arrived and it’s time to take a break from maintaining Sookie and do a little personal maintenance.
Between it all I sneak in a bit of song writing, read a few blogs and take in a good sailing video. The only thing exciting about my life is that I’m living by choice, there is no box, no schedule and no worries. My new log book arrived yesterday, I haven’t written in it yet as I’m pretty attached to my old one but it’s time to put my pen to a new voyage, new perspectives and a new future.
If you have the means to live this life, you are one of the fortunate few. If you don’t I highly suggest you throw abandon into the wind, sell everything you own and find a small well found boat, you owe it to yourself to follow your passion and see where it takes you. The so called real world isn’t going anywhere and they will gladly take you back at any point. It’s a crime against humanity but none of us are getting any younger.
Be strong, think strong, take care of your soul and the shell it’s wrapped in. Make the time to sit around pondering all the things a much younger you would have pondered. Rope the grandest one like a shooting star and ride it like you stole it.
“Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.” ― Charlotte Eriksson