The unintended consequences of following your dreams can only be success and again I’ve been blessed more than I deserve. I’m not letting the cat out of the bag but I’ve been given the honor of collaborating on a project that is nothing short of far and near in my heart. To celebrate it’s completion Im sipping on a glass of Monkey Shoulder Scotch that a little kitten left on Sookie.
The writing part was easy but scheduling with a photographer, well that was damn near impossible. It’s not that I don’t have the time, it’s more like; run, run, as fast as you can, can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man. I’m so deep into everything I’m doing right now, I’m like a ghost, I’m nowhere and everywhere. Enter my go to and personal photographer, it took two weeks to get together but we squeezed in a quick 5 minutes and got the job done. One minute into the shoot, he called out “get me a hammer cause I’m nailing it”. I laughed and my constant smile was proof that while my modeling career may have ended many years ago I’m still as comfortable in front of the camera as I am behind it and that I still love it like no other.
My polyamorous ways seem to piss off everyone alike. The sailors want me to drop my silly cycling ways and get on with it as do my cycling friends want me to drop my silly sailing ways and pedal off into the sunset. At the rate I’m going I’m going to get to circumnavigate the planet both from the cockpit of Brompty and Sookie and that’s where my heart lies, I have two mistresses and love them equally
It isn’t about the bike, or the boat, both works of art in my eyes. It’s about saving the planet, living with the smallest foot print I can but leaving the biggest one I own. A year ago I was fresh off of sailing the inside passage. Sitting on a beach in Hawaii mourning the loss of Chloe and starting what would turn into 9 weeks of cycle touring for the year. It’s not that my dreams changed, I changed. The Hawaii I knew was gone, it had been bulldozed and replaced with a parking lot.
It could have been on any of the dozens of beaches I slept on but somewhere out there I made a commitment to myself and the world that since there is know-one to follow in this revoulution that I will be the leader. Eight years into my boycott of cars I think I’ve earned at least a smidgen of confirmation that I’m dedicated. It isn’t just fossel fuels that I’m boycotting it’s nonchalant pacifism and all of the destruction of my planet that comes with human greed and laziness.
It may be taking me longer than any other human in existence to realize my dreams but I’m living them every day and doing it my way. Less is more in my eyes and I own the world because other than my plastic bucket I barely have a pot to piss in. What I do have are the things that money can’t buy, time, true happiness, ultimate freedom, undeniable youth and my health.
Im exhausted tonight, I’m cold and a bit hungry but none of that matters because I almost have all of the ingredients for success. All I have to do is mix them all in a bowl and stir and I can have my cake and eat it too. Like me, both Sookie and Brompty were made for crushing it and that’s what we are doing, crushing it…
From the log of Sookie, after surviving my idiocity and intentionally pointing my bow into a gale in the straits of Juan De Fuca. ” I’ve always felt sorry for cats, they only have nine lives. I’ve had a million and counting”.