One year, one month, one day and (who is) counting since I started this pursuit. I’m still here and the planning and preparations continue even with so much already accomplished. Some by design and endeavor, some by chance and circumstance…
…I learned to sail.
…I became a citizen.
…I fell in and out of love.
…I bought a beautiful boat.
…I moved onto my beautiful boat.
…I sailed my beautiful boat 1,000+ miles.
That was the whirlwind of the first six months. Recently, my days have settled into more typical routines. Sharing my attention between all things sailing and that pesky need to make a living. I’m back at work while patiently making headway checking items off my lists, counting the days to the next waypoint.
All things according to the original plan, I would have been cruising by now, thousands of miles away through the Panama Canal and floating in the Atlantic Ocean. I knew it was ambitious but it was never unrealistic. The plan had to be both to keep me inspired and believing. I am proud to come as far as I have and so close. I did everything I had to, could do, and more. The universe having done its part too and, graciously, I must add. I was just one month and one wildcard shy of untying the dock lines and heading out to sea.
Keeping to the timelines would have meant more tradeoffs, compromises and risks than my instincts would bear. Managing change is challenging enough that there is little upside to trying to move further, faster, and away from your center. Only so much of one’s self can be in a state of unrest at any given moment and still net out on the positive side. So, the plans had to change instead…
Now, I have landed somewhere between the original plan B and C and have crafted a new plan A. The pursuit didn’t change nor did the numerous lists of all that needs to be done. If anything, they are further refined having learned so much in the past year. Only my pace needed adjustment and I expect it will again. The new plan gives me a year to prepare myself and the boat with the original goal of three years at sea. This too is a lofty goal and still feasible. It’s still the same formula of personal endeavor and a bit of chance and circumstance. So this time next year, I will either be able to take off for three years or one or some other scenario in between.
This, too, is part of the dream. Trusting my intuition to set the pace, to keep me whole while changing, to help me evolve gracefully.
Extraordinary Machine—Fiona Apple