Life is a voyage across troubled waters where our days are often spent clinging to the top of the highest mast, scouting for a comforting glimpse of shore. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Post 7 of 9 Blogging Bald. It’s been a long time coming but I think, finally, the end is near. If you follow my blog regularly you know my life has been more backwards than forwards since the first week of April. Two months. Seventy days. 1,680 hours to be exact. I have lived without a kitchen 1,680 hours for crying out loud and I can attest displaced Cao’s are cranky spork wielding Cao’s. I am going to leave work early today, move back home to my condo because I have heard a quietly whispered rumor they finished manufacturing my countertop and someone will be there to put it in at 9 AM in the morning. I whined and weaseled the plumber to be there in the afternoon to get me up and running and I am done! Stick a spork in me done! I can cook a dinner for a special friend or twelve tomorrow if I feel like it. Or not. But I can.
That’s pretty much how life is isn’t it? I liken life to be similar to a sailboat at sea, some days the water is glass and the dolphins and other sea life bob merrily beside you as your boat slices majestically through the slick vast deepness, your heart light and full, filled with excited happiness. Other days, as the waves roil angrily and stinging drops of rain pierce your skin and clothes you wonder at the futility and contemptuous length of the days, clinging to your mast for dear life, wondering how you will ever survive. But the crux is, as you cling so tightly, you are at least making headway, moving towards somewhere or someone, not anchored in one place, stagnant and ungrowing because stagnancy comes a wilting death. The fear, trials and setbacks are what teach us how to navigate ourselves towards the sun, to appreciate and hold dearly to the glassy smooth sailing.
The take from? Life is good. Even when things are at their darkest moments, hold to the faith that soon the light will return, if only you believe, hold fast to that mast, and know you are moving forward. Always moving forward, never at anchor. I know, a little high gravity for a Wednesday. I just needed a little pep talk because I just remembered I promised myself that I would be renovating the master bathroom in a few months..
Sweater: GizzA, Yachting cardigan **NEW**
Dress: GizzA, Cotton dress **NEW**
Glasses: GizzA, Nautical glasses **New**
Hat: GizzA, Nautical Hat **New**
Shoos: Gizza, Betty **New**
Dress: Gizza, Sailing Dress **NEW**
Bag: Gizza, Gathered Tote