I learned to sail on a small, freshwater lake in Indiana named Lake Freeman on a 16 foot jetwind when I was somewhere around 12 years old. I was immediately addicted. The thrill for me was being able to harness the forces of nature with physics to create locomotion; I could get across the lake without spending a dime, without consuming one gram of natural oil or gas. I was smart enough to know then that physics apply everywhere, and with a sailboat, I could go anywhere.
My truck is a little bit like a sailboat; cramped quarters, mobile, runs on 12 volts. Maybe that's part of why I feel at home in this lifestyle. I've been thinking about getting a top for the bed, putting a cot in back, getting a ship's stove and maybe a couple solar panels...
Today I actually got a callback from one of the places where I applied shortly after I arrived. It's not on the beach, it's in Coconut Grove, but its busy now. Meaning I could make money now if I could get the job. Coconut Grove is a little like the Florida Keys; there are no real beaches, lots of oceanfront properties, and lots of boats... sailboats, that is. And when I'm confronted with the possibility of the change that I've been hoping for, I get a little nervous. I want to live on the beach, I would rather walk than drive to work, the place I'm in is cool, if only it wasn't run so poorly... I could run it, maybe they'd let me manage...
But you know what? I need money. I need to work in a real restuarant. AND, god knows what I need before I do. The same friend who suggested I start this blog just told me that blessings are comming. Kelly, blessings cascade over me every day. I am blessed with lessons that go straight to my core, everyday, sometimes it feels like all day. God is building me into something beautiful. And I have a long way to go, but I am so happy to be on this path.
So last night I got a healthy portion of humble pie. As much as I talk about love and acceptance and no worries, sometimes I still behave like a guy...read baby who needs... nothing, everything, mama's milk... just needs. That's what I'm trying to grow out of. We each have different ways of dealing with this generalized need. I'm not sure if it is universal for guys, I don't know if women experience it, or if maybe it's different for them. I may tell you later how I've dealt with it in the past, but not yet... and I probably need to talk about what god is to me, but again, not yet. We don't know each other well enough yet. :)
One thing I don't like about my current lifestyle is that I rarely get to sit down and be comfortable. I think it's a conspiracy to get us homeless folks to leave... deprive them of comfort. Does putting little ridges on all public benches improve the quality of life of regular home owners? Don't think so...
More later, need to sleep so I can interview without the bags under my eyes being too big. Tip: preperation H is supposed to help with those ugly bags...sleep well, and listen to reggae whenever you can.
Oh yeah, why I want to liveaboard.... freedom, man. Why else?
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