Crisis of Faith…Nautically Speaking.

I discovered the ultimate cure for my variety of “crises of faith.” Get a Venti coffee at Starbucks and stare out over the Pacific. Trust me, watching the horizon for an hour, daydreaming about sailing over it while feeling the warmth of the sun on my face cures all doubt.

You see, I have a life-long dream of sailing over that horizon and it’s beginning to look like now is the time to do it. You see, I am at a point in my life, a tipping point of sorts, that if I don’t do it now I know I never will. I have a beautiful young woman in my life with whom I am in love with pushing me to follow my dream as she follows hers; she’s going off to another college as she pursues her degree — at which time we are going to take a six month break…

Anyway, that planned heartbreak is another story for another day. For now let me just finish this post with this; I plan on taking at least two years off and sailing the Pacific aboard my 50 year old Columbia 24. It’s not the way I dreamed of doing it, but I’m going to do it…and in the end, that’s all the really matters. Sure, I’ll get wet a lot more than I’d like, it will be slower, maybe even more dangerous, but I’ll be doing it.

Life is meant to be a work in progress. Please excuse the dust, I mean, my wake.

Ciao!

JB

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