Sail On, Dear Captain

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I’m a writer.

I repeat this line in my head over and over again as I work up the motivation to turn thoughts into words late in the night when my brain wants to go to sleep or early in the morning when I immediately want to jump on social media or on my days off when I want to binge watch a show. I stare at those blank pages or whatever I wrote a few days ago and many times I ask myself the same thing.

What am I doing?

I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. I was a kid who loved books and playing in my backyard, reading Treasure Island and pretending a cardboard box was my pirate ship, daydreaming of the day I would one day get my own galleon. Now I’m an adult and I still feel like I’m on that boat, still daydreaming of the day I’ll sail off into the deep. Anchored in the harbor and fearing the waves.

What is the point?

I was never one to put off hard work. My parents raised me in the belief that if you wanted something, you had to be willing to do the work for it. But I guess what has daunted me all these years was not that I just didn’t want to work for it, but rather that I was crippled by the fear of failing.

What if I’m actually not good?

I look at everyone else. Their ships are tall and sturdy. They plow through waves and storms. They don’t fear the winds. They tell tales of the dangers they faced and show their scars with pride. And it’s in those times I think maybe it’s not the sea, maybe it’s just my boat. Maybe I’m not cut out to face what lurks out there in deep.

What if I drown?

I see bits and pieces of other ships who weren’t able to hold out, wrecked and damaged beyond repair. Some now resting at the bottom of the sea, never to sail again. And I can’t help but wonder if this is to be my fate. So I remain in the harbor, anchor lowered and sails fastened down.

But what if I tried?

I realize that my ship might not be as big or bright. It might not seem like much but a boat is a boat. And a boat is not meant to linger aimless in the harbor but has a purpose out in the deep. The sea isn’t going to move for me, that’s what my ship is for.

The course I chart is my own decision. I can’t blame the weather around me or the ocean I’m in. I can be smart and adapt to the conditions, but if I let it stop me from doing what I was meant to do then whose fault is it? I was not meant for the safety of a dock but for the brutality of the seas. Regardless of storm or waves or whatever lurks in the deep, my dream was made for sailing and sail on I will.

I am the captain

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

Aristotle Onassis

I’m Still Alive

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It’s been three weeks and while I understand it’s good to post consistently, I so needed this break.

No, I’ve not given up writing and I’m not going to any time soon. But I’m not going to lie, I’ve had a tough month, both in my personal life and my career. Some people find they are more creative under the pressure. Kudos to those people. I am not. So I decided to take a quick recess in hopes to clear my mind and focus on working a few things out.

But being the person I am… yeah I didn’t actually take any time to really relax (I like to say I’m ambitious, but something tells me there is probably some clinical term). Instead, however, I took the opportunity to come up with some new ideas that I can’t wait to share and I will do so, very soon.

I will be back. And I will blog again.

Until then, stay tune and have a great summer

One Day, A Victorious Day (A Poem of Sorts).

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One day I will stand upon the mountain, on its giant overreach,
Stroking the clouds,
While staring down at the heads of trees.
And I will say to those who come after me;
 "In rain and cold weather, I climbed. 
The view of the victorious sun gives worth to my calloused hands.
Gather your strength. Join me when you can."
And I will be steadfast,
And I will be brave.
I will not forget my past,
On that victorious day
On day I will stand on the white shores across the seas, 
Next to the boat that carried me.
I will smile at the dimming stars while I sleep to the hum of the steady flow,
And I will say to those who follow;
"In storms and great waves, I sailed. 
The beauty of this shoreline has compensated what was lost at sea.
Make for the edge of your harbor. Come and find me."

For now I will keep on,
For now I will be brave.
Until I see that glorious dawn
On that victorious day.