I equate Acquiring Sea Legs to Life

It was Mother’s Day 1997( I’ll always remember) When I set sail on a voyage from Miami Florida, via the Intercoastal waterway to Westerly RI. It was a team of two, my father an expert Sailor and Navigator and myself a watcher of a sitcom called Gilligan’s Island, a student of Sailing Class and a lover of the sea and adventures.

The weather could not have been any better than it was on the that beautiful, warm, crisp sunny day.The sea was calm and seemed very still. I was ecstatic like a young girl, grinning from ear to ear. And felt an indescribable sense of peace.

My father told me rule number 1 – there can only be 1 captain at a time and a team mate. Who ever was at the helm at the time was captain, and in charge and the other person was the first mate. That seemed like a practical rule that I could and would follow.

Although the Sea was calm, I quickly realized as the first mate I had tasks assigned to me like:
Go to the bow of the boat to make sure the lines and bumpers were secure as we moved away from the dock. Keep watch of other moving vessels in the area.

The first time a vessel passed us, and made waves called Wake, hit the side of our boat, my legs began wobbling and I fell down. Funny enough I laughed and thought about the language they spoke on the show Gilligan’s Island, sea legs. How long and how many more falls would it
Take to grow these sea legs.

I said it’s all good, I’m committed to this voyage and will be sticking it out no matter how long it takes, even if I’m getting banged up along the way. To getting those sea legs.

First week at Master Key Experience, I want this, I need this I’m committed, but man I getting a bit banged up.