missed sail

the weekend passed saw no sailing and i am deeply unhappy about letting myself down.  
there were things happening that i thought required my presence and i bumped sailing from my list thinking i could venture out fore an extra day this coming weekend. 
but of course it's not about making the days,  it's about keeping the candle burning at a regular height.  i recall when i had my first trailer sailer,  i would sail perhaps both days of a weekend and miss a few.  I began to hate missing a week because i was out of time with the boat.  with the momentum comes a familiarity,  a oneness with the boat that heightens the fun.  The opposite is true as well,  and its a frustrating feeling,  fumbling about,  making mistakes,  not feeling the magic that comes with a deeper relationship with ones boat. 
even at my age i am still learning about myself and coming to terms with the need to stick with a plan. 

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