A day of reflection

Good for what ails you.

Saturday Feb 18th, 2012 ~ Spirit Cay, Exuma Islands, Bahamas

(The 18th of February would have been my mothers 70th birthday.  I think she would be proud… 2/23/2012)

Sometimes I wonder how I ended up where I’m at. This isn’t what I wanted to be when I grew up. It wasn’t even on the radar, yet I find myself anchored under a star strewn sky, floating on crystal a clear bay in a tropical paradise. How the hell did I get here?

I used to have a good job, with a good paycheck, a regular paycheck. But I was miserable, doing what I had to do or what I thought I was supposed to do. What people expected of me. I wasn’t true to myself. I did what came easy, I worked at a job that paid my bills. I climbed the ladder and got to the top of it. I wasn’t going any farther. I got restless. I started dreaming again. White sails and deep blue seas. Sunsets. Foreign lands. Freedom.

I was divorced, kids were grown and on their own, empty nest syndrome set in, if I was ever going to do anything else I better do it now while my health was good. Not getting any younger. I had read about the power of positive thinking, so I changed all my computer logins and passwords to things that fed the dream. How many times a day did I log into countless computers and sites, always reaffirming the dream. I bought a sailboat and taught myself how to sail, sort of, at least I wasn’t embarassing myself anymore. Bought a bigger boat, and yet another bigger boat and yet another. The last one was in Maryland and I was determined to sail it to North Carolina and I did, single-handed. It changed my life forever. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire.

I bought a sailing school from a guy who went to the Caribbean and didn’t come back. I quit my job. I started down sizing. I hired people to teach for me. I started sailing everyday to get enough sea time to get a captain’s license. It took a year and half. I missed that steady paycheck.

Four years later, I still miss that steady paycheck. I have come to rely on many abilities that I have acquired over my lifetime. Jack of all trades, master of none. I am still learning, I am still yearning for a simple life.

I am the master of my ship, the captain of my destiny. I am a sailor. Forget how I got here, how the hell do I stay?

3 comments for “A day of reflection

  1. Judy Arigoni
    February 25, 2012 at 11:54 am

    We are all jealous, especially Don who heads out the door to work after reading all your tropical adventures. Did I mention the snow on the ground? Enjoy the warmth!!

    • February 25, 2012 at 5:26 pm

      Thanks Judy! We are trying to soak up as much warmth as possible while we are here. We are afraid it may be cold when we get back…

  2. Mark Babineau
    May 26, 2012 at 3:16 pm

    Well said Mike. It’s the journey not the destination that counts as there are no rehearsals in life. Look forward to sailing with you again sometime.


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