My boat has carried me here, to this place where I am now. She has been sturdy and strong with her sails at times windless but still she ferried me. Many times, painful times, I have run aground. Doubt. Fear. A marriage crumbling. A soulless job. The truth is that my boat has been on fire for sometime and each time it catches flame, I desperately put it out with the very excuses that have caused my boat to stay stuck in one sand bar or another. Persistance? Honey, I have that in spades and I have managed to push that boat back into deeper waters, charred and smoking despite knowing deep down that it’s time to let go, that I will never get where I need to be with her.
So today, I know what boat to burn. I drop anchor and let the smolder spark the dry wood back to flame. I jump off, into the unknown and allow myself to be carried by peaceful, hopeful waters to the next place. Faith keeps me buoyed. Moonlight promises me an easier way, my way. More connection. Less fluff. And. So grateful for what’s to come.
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