I am not sure when I lost my sense of adventure. However, I do know when I realized it was gone. On Tuesday, October 10th, 2017 quietly sitting aboard SV "Our Time" I realized and admitted that I was feeling overwhelmed. Robert and I arrived the day before into the harbor at Cul de Sac du Marine, Martinique after a 25 hour, and 45 minute overnight sail from Antigua. This was my first overnight sail on our 45 foot catamaran.
That sounds like a pretty great adventure in and of itself. As I sat on the starboard (right side) stern (back) steps in quiet contemplation, sipping a cup of coffee, I recognized that my mindset hugely affects my experience. This french speaking island overwhelmed me. Perhaps it was over tiredness from a lack of sleep from the crossing; being honest with myself, I knew it was something more. I felt something else. I believe I was experiencing a lack of nerve. Instead of throughly enjoying the sail, this new island harbor and the new people, I was constantly trying to manage my fear. My inclination was to pull away from others and isolate myself on the boat with Robert.
I thought about how I was feeling. I thought about how I was thinking. And,I concluded that like the book of a similar name, As A Man Thinkith, in my case, as a woman thinkith, I needed to rediscover my sense and spirit of adventure. My work and life routine had grown comfortable. Stepping out of what I have control over into the unknown is unnerving. This sailing adventure and lifestyle is all about new places and new people. I sat there on our dream boat with the sun warming my left shoulder and the gentle morning breeze and I made a decision. More than that, I became determined, I committed myself at that moment in time to rediscover my sense of adventure.
Ever good idea needs a plan. First step: I decided to simply, look up! Where I was at THIS moment: my view down the harbor within the Cul de Sac Marine channel entrance, sitting in the sun, sipping coffee, listening to a passing dinghy and the whine of a distant weed whacker. In between I could hear the birds in the mangroves and smell the island fragrance.
Step two: I decided I am going to learn about where I am. Learning is growing and fun; the sights to see, the people's stories to enjoy, the history to embrace.
Step three: I have to figure out what I truly enjoy. No one can make me happy if I do not even know myself what I aspire or desire. I love nature, hikes and hills up close or off in the distance. I adore the long view, layers of land, sea and sky. Calm beaches to float and bob around call to me and eating lunch with my toes in the sand is a dream come true. French pastries, croissants lure me, reward me for embracing an adventurous spirit.
Martinique proved to be a good training for my nascent sailing career and reborn recomittment to adventure. The light winds and calm waves over the pst week has allowed for fantastic night's rest and a slow sail north up the west coast of Martinique.