I always get a rush when I go to the ocean and see the power of the waves and hear the howling of the wind. It gets my blood pumping and inspires me to see if I can conquer the day and what mother nature can throw at a ship. That is definitely something my desk jobs have never provided. I can't wait to start my new job in January.
My man is being really great about my decision even though he has reservations about me doing this because of the dangers involved with being at sea. But since he recently spent three months in war torn Africa, he understands the reason I need to do this.
I have always had a fear of being one of those people who let life continuously pass them by until they are old and wondering what happened to their lives. That fear is something that has always led me to do things I never would have done if I had chosen to live a safe, comfortable life. Things don't always work out the way I think they will, but that's OK, they're not supposed to always work out, but at least I gave it a try. Besides, there would be no thrill to anything if things always worked out.
Time to go to work, two more days left.