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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