It’s not exactly an out-of-body experience, but it feels like floating.
These last six months have just flown past - fueled by the love and support of so many. And it’s not that I haven’t been involved in each and every detail, but it almost feels at times that I have been floating along on a wave of processes and procedures.
Floating like a styrofoam cup tossed about at will by ocean waves. I really have no say over my direction, I’m just trying to keep my head above water and avoid sinking; as in sinking into a morass of negativity and depression. Not this sailor.
Nothing was done against my will or desire, but now that so much of the hard part is behind me and so much of the sun-rising horizon lies ahead, it feels like I just coasted through a lot of the anxiety - lumbering along at 3mph like a flower-laden Rose Parade behemoth (or Rosen parade, as this case may be).
So here I am, almost wondering in amazement “how did I get here.” Grateful for the ease of the journey, mindful of the miles left ahead, and resolved to maintain an even keel as the voyage continues.
Thanks again to my many co-pilots, and onward we sail.
