I fear 25+ knot winds now. I fear hitting a shallow reef and ripping off our rudder. I fear docking our boat when the winds are blowing in the opposite direction of the current. I fear smashing my hand between the boat and a piling. I fear inhaling a mouthful of saltwater and drowning when we're diving. Mostly I fear that a bad experience will frighten me away from this adventure.
So, is fear all bad? I don't know. It makes me more cautious. Fear makes me better prepared and it makes me communicate my intentions more clearly. I wish I could say that facing - and surviving - frightening situations makes me feel more confident, but it doesn't - not yet. I still feel like a failure when I miss picking up the mooring ball on the first try. And I forget to congratulate myself when I leap off the gunwale and lash a piling just in time. But I'll keep trying to find confidence out here. I'll keep trying to overcome my new fears - at least I don't have to worry about boredom anymore.
P.S. - I miss you HA & MJ! I had to hang out on Pennekamp Beach with all of the Spring breakers by myself : (
Here are some of my favorite photos - the girls playing in dinghy, HA's dream home, and P fishing:
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