Setting Sail

I have set my metaphorical sails toward another adventure. As I look out from the bow of the ship, I can see the sun set on the horizon. The water is calm for now, but I know it won’t be for long. As a matter of fact, I have already steered this vessel through a chaotic hurricane and treacherous, large waves. It hasn’t been long since I began this part of my journey, and it’s already been quite a ride.

If you are one of those people who are drawn to the sea, then you understand how the ocean waters can correlate with the rhythm of life. It’s when you let go of the steady shore, and put faith in the water to carry you across the ocean, where you learn to trust in the Universe. Eventually you let go of the idea that you can control the wind. You just let it take you where you need to go. You just push away from the pier, even with fear and anxiety in your heart. Where you take that leap of faith, to see what the next chapter has in store for you. You embrace whatever storm comes your way. So, with that courage and faith, you raise the sails, you lift the anchor, and you voyage out to the unknown.

There have been moments in this journey where I felt stuck on this vessel. At first, I renounced each lightning strike, and each crash of the water against the side of this ship. I fought against the uncontrollable nature of the uproar, as if I was powerful enough to influence it. I lost energy attempting to battle the impenetrable body of mother nature herself. Eventually, I learned to let go and let the ship do what it was designed to do, sail regardless.

I’ve been lucky enough to enjoy a few days that have been still, and quiet. I took advantage of the calm and rested on the deck of the ship. Bored, and trying to understand where this voyage was taking me, I leaned heavily into my healing work. I utilized the isolation and the tranquility to take deep diving trips within. These moments helped me prepare for the storms up ahead.

Other days, I was forced to take shelter in the cabin as the boat rocked and creaked from the disarray outside. I had no other choice but to wait out the storms. On a few occasions I was thrown overboard. I was sure that I was going to drown. It was during these heavy lessons where I had learned to let go of outcomes. Within the mess I discovered the importance of remaining grounded.

This journey has not been long but now there is nothing but the ocean line and the sky on the horizon. No sight of land up ahead. Yet, I still continue to trust where the water and wind are taking me.

I've always been a lover of the sea. So, even though I am stuck in the unknown, out here I feel more myself than I have ever felt before. Out here I know my worth and continue to construct my boundaries. As the vast ocean rocks me to sleep every night, I realize there is so much worth fighting for, even if it is completely out of my control. I am alone on this boat, but I am not lonely. I am comfortable in my own space, being both the Captain and the crew. This is my story: A suspenseful tale of a boundless journey where foreign land is traveled, monsters are battled, and the ship-wrecked is also the Convoy, rescuing herself.