Rough Seas

I finally feel like I’m moving forward. I am committed and determined to form new habits, despite these feelings of being overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel physical pain, confusion and lack of Focus. I love to hear the encouraging words from Mark and Davene and the Guides.

It all correlates with that Intercoastal sailing trip back in the day with my father, (see Blog 1) for me. You see My life depended on following the teachings and knowledge given to me by someone who had made many voyages and was still alive to talk about them.

Someone who encouraged me to stay strong, Believe and enjoy the beauty of this once in a lifetime experience and the lessons to be learned from it. An experience that will stay with me for a lifetime. Even in the worst storm at sea I believed we would survive, and I wasn’t scared, and I fought with the high winds and 5 foot ocean swells waves crashing over the bow.

I was screaming the whole time, because i was at the helm and my father was below telling me what to do and when. What a team we had become.

My life depends on completing this course. I want to feel all those beliefs I felt then: “everything is going to get better. Just stick through the rough difficult and challenging times and it will make a big difference in your world and the world of others around you.”

Ah, but every once in a while Gilligans Island language would come up. Mostly in the mornings when the Captain would tell me to go to the bow and pull the anchor up to set sail, and I said coffee first or Mutiny. The captain would side for the coffee for we can not move forward because we are part of a committed team, helping each other enjoy this much awaited dream trip.