Life isn’t really so hard


The photos in this blog are of a beautiful sunset in El Toro, Mallorca which is where the boat (my office) will be for the winter. I’m facing various events that are challenging me to the max and testing my strength. As I’m constantly working towards a peaceful life, I’m working hard to find and focus on the beauty of life.  There is so much beauty that’s easy to ignore when I’m caught up in my own stuff. Amidst a heated discussion, I noticed a seagull standing on a sheep which made me laugh and gave me a minute to pause and calm down. Most of the crew are complaining that we’re so far out of town and I’ve chosen to focus on the benefits of being so far from town because I have no control over it. My post work sunset walk with these views is the beauty of my days. 


Yesterday when I took these photos I had a particularly difficult day and when I saw the magic in this place I thought to myself, “Life can be so hard but so beautiful.” Then I had a revelation that actually, life isn’t hard. Life is how we perceive it. The not so easy times teach us important lessons about life and who we are and introduce us to people and new ideas of how to live life. What is difficult about that?? It’s beautiful.


I went up to the ridge to watch the sunset and empty out my tear ducts in peace. When I bumped into one of my fellow crew members, instead of being upset that he crashed my pity party, I put a big smile on my face and walked along with him. We ended up exploring a maze of old underground military tunnels which I never would’ve done alone cause who would do that alone at dusk?!?! It was so fun and we giggled with scared excitement as we got deeper within the tunnels. We squeezed our way out through a narrow little window, both grateful we hadn’t yet changed out of our work uniforms, and went our separate ways. The sun was a huge half ball of orange at this point so I was still able to watch part of the sunset. I reflected on my day and remembered what I read in my yoga scriptures, that we should be grateful not only for the good times but the bad times too. So I gave thanks for the difficult day I had, the lessons it taught me and the beautiful things that it put in front of me.  Yes, my pity party was ruined and I was so happy it was. I was able to receive the message that life is beautiful and rewarding whether there’s a smile on my face or tears rolling down my cheeks. 





That scary C word…Commitment


“Go check out the sky now,” Captain Suave calmly said as I walked past him. We had watched the sun sink into the sea with a green halo about 50 minutes earlier. I went up to the cockpit and the horizon just above the sea was a deep red topped with various shades of purple and orange. It was like a seven layered desert for the eyes. I was alone and just smiled as I admired the beautifully painted sky. The nearly half moon was chasing the sun and there was a foggy halo making it look bigger than it was. I closed my eyes and breathed the beauty throughout my whole body.


The sailing lifestyle provides the privilege of watching all types of beautiful sunsets. Some last for minutes and others last for over an hour, like the one that night. There was a wispy cloud over the sun as it was swallowed by the sea that changed from orange to yellow to pink. When the sun disappeared, I turned to the East and the sky was even more gorgeous than the setting of the sun in the West. The cotton candy clouds were scattered all over the sky, each of them with a different shade of pink. They reflected on the deep blue sea and turned it into a purpley pink colour. I love when the sea does that. On a good sunrise and sunset it always dyes the sea this beautiful shade. During long passages, like the one we just completed from Cyprus to Mallorca, I have the privilege of seeing that twice a day.


I was so grateful for this sunset. Mother Nature knows exactly what I need to help me get things in perspective.


There was a reason for my long break in writing. My head was very busy sorting things out and figuring out what the best path was. I decided that Captain Dink’s energy was too damaging for my soul and I couldn’t take it. I left there and went sailing with a friend from Corsica to France to clear my head and be ready for a new plan. It was so refreshing being a guest on a sailboat instead of having to serve them….Then I made a quick decision to go back to England where I spent a week getting love, comfort and support from my family of friends and to take some sailing courses which challenged me to the max.


I was feeling exhausted, drained and hopeless. I of course knew everything would work out because it always does, but I was ready for that to happen sooner than later. I had stayed in contact with Captain Suave, the Captain of the boat I crossed the Atlantic with, and I asked him if he knew of anyone looking for crew.  The timing was perfect as one of his crew sadly had to take emergency leave to deal with a family matter and there was still a boat full of guests.  Turns out they needed a temporary replacement. I finished my sailing course on Saturday evening and flew out to Kalamata, Greece at 7 am on Sunday morning.


It was a great homecoming. The crew were excited to see me again, as I was them. There were screams of excitement, hugs, champagne and fine bottles of wine. We danced and drunk the night away. It felt like I had come home and it was incredible.


The novelty wore off, challenging crew dynamics started as they usually do when you live and work with people 24-7 with little sleep. Some of the crew were giving off negative energy and in a crew of five to six, it only takes a tiny bit of toxin to poison the environment. In the beginning, we had guests on board so getting off to land wasn’t an option.  The owner told us he had bought too much wine and we could help ourselves. At a 100 Euros a pop, the hangovers don’t appear. I started getting lost in the bottles and moved away from yoga and from my connection with the universe. I wasn’t happy about it, but the bottle had been my go to for a long time and sometimes it’s hard to stay away. I spoke to one of my best friends who told me not to worry, we’re always on a path for a reason.  I’ll snap out of it when I’m ready. She was right.


Then Captain Suave gave me the opportunity to work on the boat over the winter in Palma. That’s like five months of commitment… Excuse me while I get my running shoes. I started looking at job posts and seeing if there were better options. Of course they aren’t. CS is a brilliant Captain. He’s been sailing for years and not only understands everything about the wind, but knows how to explain it to me in a way that I understand. He periodically tests me on it so I remember or he can find a new way of explaining it if I don’t get it. He loves to teach people who are eager to learn and I’m eager to learn all there is. The boat will be on the dock all winter, which of course doesn’t appeal to me, but I’ll be learning new things every day and if one of the crew leave, I have a good chance for a permanent job (I’ve just tied those running shoes tight!).


As much as it scares me, I’m welcoming a bit of stability. I unpacked my stuff into the cabin which will be my home until April/May. I smiled as I did it thinking how good it felt to be at home. I’m in the same cabin I slept in during the Atlantic crossing. There is so much storage space and I have such little belongings that I’m having fun moving things around until I find the perfect place for everything. Or maybe that will just be my constant moving until we start sailing again!


I don’t like Palma for many reasons and the last lag of our Mediterranean crossing went way too fast for my liking because I really didn’t ever want to arrive (unless it was to dump the negative energy and carry on…), but I’m going to embrace the stability. I’m going to sober up and get back into a yoga and healthy eating routine and maybe even teach some yoga.  I’m going to connect with friends I made when I was here before and make some new ones.  Many times the places we don’t want to be are the places that teach us the most. I am open to receive whatever the universe has in store for me in this new chapter. Now excuse me while I take off my running shoes and put on my flip flops. I can still run, just not as fast or comfortably….   

A typical day on the canals



That’s a lie, a typical day in boating life is non-existent! But I can give you a summary of days that happen more frequently than not.


One reason why I love this particular job is because whether or not the owner is on board, I can wake up and do yoga every morning. On previous boats, when the owner was on board, I went to bed so late and had to wake up so early that I valued those five hours of sleep too much to take one for yoga.  I do yoga for about an hour if he’s here and 1.5-2 hours of yoga and meditation if he’s not. I do 20 minutes of coconut oil pulling (to rid myself of toxins and whiten my teeth. The teeth whitening really works!) first thing when I get up and use this time to read Vasistha’s Yoga.


After this, if the owner is on board, I change into my uniform and grab my chamois so that I can get the boat looking perfect before he wakes up. I chamois the stainless if there’s dew on it, wipe off any bird droppings and clean the hundreds of cobwebs. I’m so glad I’m over my fear of spiders because the river is a spider’s paradise and an arachnophobe’s nightmare! Clearing the cobwebs is my least favourite part of the job because they spin such beautiful homes and I feel bad destroying them.  If there’s dew on the windows, I take a squeegee and make the windows sparkle. Then the boss gets up, sometimes gives me tasks to do or I go in and help Ms Argentina serve breakfast.  I finish walking along the boat making sure there are no water stains or bird droppings as I prefer to take care of them before they are brought to my attention by the owner.  Throughout the day, I polish off fingerprints, do the required tasks, or help Ms Argentina with the interior.  Around 8.30 or 9 pm, the owner tells me to stop working and sometimes gives me money to go enjoy myself. The owner doesn’t like to stay in the same place for very long so quite often we cruise along the river and then I spend the day doing the lines in the locks. I love it! He’s normally at the bow with me so sometimes he gives me tips and he always says how well I’ve done. By the end of summer I’m expecting to be able to throw a lasso like a cowgirl.


When the owner is not on board, it varies. Except my yoga routine. There’s always cleaning to do. This boat is 30 meters (98 feet) long and I’m the only deckhand so by the time I finish the bow, the stern needs cleaning again. The owner chooses spots far away from where we left him to meet him again so we can sometimes cruise down the river every day for four to five days before we have a break. I don’t mind, it’s chilled. There’s so many sites to see or sometimes I read or study outside in the cockpit. I usually steer for a couple of hours, do the lines through the locks and generally just enjoy the scenery. I can’t complain! It’s more relaxed when the boss isn’t here because the Captain doesn’t expect me to clean as we’re cruising along. Sometimes I do anyway because I don’t like a dirty boat!


On the odd day off, I take one of the boat bicycles and explore whatever area we’re in, try some of the local food and/or drinks or write. I work hard and don’t really have my own life because the owner can say he’s coming with only hours of notice.  However, there are so many advantages to this life that I don’t mind giving up my freedom. I know that in a couple of years, my salary is going to give me ultimate freedom!


Yesterday, I spent the whole day de-calcifying and washing down the side of the boat that isn’t on the dock.  As I was balancing with a few toes in the groove of the side of the boat, the tip of my other big toe grazing the dinghy, and my go go gadget arm extending as high as it would reach to tie the dinghy line on the boat, I couldn’t help but smile. I am basically a boat cleaner. My eight year old niece could do my job, yet there’s no other way I would chose to ‘make a living’ right now. Visions of my office life came flooding back to me and I was so grateful that even though I’m far off from the typical University age, I found a new area to work in that gives me pleasure. There are many captains in their mid 40’s and older who are so tired of this job, yet it is all they’ve done and it’s difficult to retrain, especially for the salary they’ve been accustomed to! I really wanted a different life to the one I was leading and I was willing and did, give everything up to find what suited me better.


So there you have it! Possibly not the glamour you thought this kind of job would have, but it’s the best job I’ve ever had!

Summer on the canals of Northern Europe..

Well, I’m spending my summer as a deckie cruising along the canals of Holland, Belgium and France on a fancy posh river barge/motor yacht thing. Never thought I would be saying that! It all started about three weeks ago. I was being patient waiting for a job to come my way. As mentioned in a previous blog, I had a bit of a panic which was quickly calmed. Then the next day I had two job offers and the following day two more. Mind you, none of them were for sailboats so I didn’t really want any of them. I took the first offer I received for day charters in Palma as it was going to be a trial.  I thought worse comes to worse, at least that day’s pay would pay for my rent that week.  


As I got home from that interview, my phone rang.  It was a call about working on a motor yacht/canal boat in Northern Europe. It wasn’t anything at all what I wanted and it was another private yacht so I thought, oh here we go again with the wife… I listened to the Captain and although I thought he was a bit weird, he seemed harmless and the job sounded interesting. I had two hours to think about it because they needed me to come in two days. This job was better then the Palma based job because it was live aboard so I wouldn’t have to worry about food or rent. I like free stuff, so I called the Captain back and said I would take it.


So here I am, two and a bit weeks into the job as a deckhand on a motor barge (I made that up)! It’s the only motor yacht built like this. The boat is classified as a motor yacht, but looks like a fancy barge. We’re like celebrities going down the river because it’s so unique.  People are so friendly. On the sea there is a hierarchy between boats depending on type and size. I’ve always thought that’s so ridiculous and continue waving to whoever I’m not supposed to wave to because at the end of the day we’re all humans who enjoy the sea. I usually don’t get a wave back from those who are “better” than me and I don’t care. Sometimes they give me a confused smile which just makes me laugh! Anyway, everyone waves at everyone on the river and when we park up on the side of a wall, people come talk to us. It’s so relaxing and refreshing.


It’s purely a deckhand job which I love and my skin is very nicely sun-kissed from all the polishing and line handling I’ve been doing. If I can’t be on a sailboat, this is a pretty good place to be.  For the summer anyway.  It’s much more physical work then I thought, which I’m happy about because I think physical activity is the key to a long life. Who would’ve thought that putting a line on a bollard and then pulling it in or easing it out when necessary can be so tiring! Sometimes I do that twice a day, sometimes ten or eleven. It’s nice because I get to be outside in the sunshine watching river life go by. There are so many geese, birds, little fish jumping, men and boys fishing (where are the girls?!?!) and people cycling or walking along the canal. It’s almost as peaceful as being in the middle of the sea with the sails up and a supportive wind. That is still my true love!


In the yachting industry, information about owners is extremely confidential so all I will say is, holy shit I won the jackpot!! He is incredibly nice, friendly, easy going, respectful and generous. He told me the other day that we were going to pass by some nice churches and châteaus and to please tell the stew/cook to come up and view them when I see them. There are too many owners out there who don’t see their crew as humans and don’t even give them a second thought except when they need something. He makes me want to work really hard because I know he appreciates my work and his please and thank yous are a sufficient reward.


The crew is a family of three. The captain, the stew/cook and myself. We work nicely together and the stew/cook and I have lots of fun together in our free time. We love to explore and see new things and talk to the locals. Most of all, we love to laugh like crazy and have as much fun as possible on and off the job.


We started in Maastricht, Holland and have cruised along the Meuse through Belgium and France.  There is a lack of water so the route we were going to do is going to change, but so far we have seen beautiful medieval churches, castles and châteaus. Sometimes it looks like a movie set. I didn’t know all of this stuff actually existed! This is definitely not the job or place where I thought I would be, but I’m glad this opportunity presented itself to me and I’m enjoying the opportunities it’s presenting me, the lessons I’m learning and the people who are lighting my path.



The Caribbean called me back.


When I bought my plane ticket to Palma for the 13th, my intuition was telling me not to. I simply thought it was a bit of fear creeping in. Then when I bought the train ticket to see a dear friend up North, my intuition again said, “No, don’t do it.” Before I pressed confirm, I sat back and thought why wouldn’t I? A message that some work would come my way popped up. I really do need the money. I pushed that thought away because whatever off the cuff work I would get over those two days wouldn’t be that much.  It means far more to me to spend time with friends I haven’t seen in ages, then to stay and HOPEFULLY make some pocket change.


After I finished my yoga and mediation Thursday morning, I saw I had received a voicemail from an unknown number. I listened and it was a recruitment agency that I didn’t remember signing up for. She said my CV had been passed to her which made me happy that it was out there. I phoned her back and got the details of the job. A private motor yacht, working as a stewardess. I wasn’t so keen as I’m more of a deckie. Then she said it was in the Caribbean and they were crossing over to the Mediterranean in the summer. My eyebrows rose. I do like extended times of being on the water, so I said, “Yes, I’m interested.” Then it all happened quite quickly! Another agent who works closely with the Captain called me to ask more questions and tell me more details. Actually it was a Stew/Deck position so I would be doing a bit of everything. Then the Captain called me. He sounded great and made the owners sound great too. He said he would make a decision by the end of the day.


He didn’t, but he called me the next day and said he was a bit worried about my lack of interior experience and qualifications. My mind raced as to how I could prove that this job was for me, then my soul stepped in and said, “Calm down, if it’s meant to be, it will happen. No need to become desperate or prove yourself.” He said, “Do you think you can do it?” I confidently replied. “Yes.” His reply, “Welcome aboard. I enjoyed talking to you yesterday and this just feels right. So ok, we’ll fly you out on Wednesday if that’s ok.” It will be a steep learning curve as I work out how to organise and manage the interior of a 37 meter yacht, but I do love to sink my teeth into a good old challenge!


Once again, being calm, relaxed and trusting in the Universe made things happen. Every day I spent hours looking and applying for jobs, even if I thought I didn’t have a chance. I didn’t worry about it, I knew something would come along so I just enjoyed my time in London. I saw lots of friends, enjoyed each moment and did some different types of work which was really lovely! I felt like a tourist in a city I knew well. London is a whole different game when you aren’t rushing from place to place with little time in between meetings. It’s a beautiful city with interesting architecture, tons of free things to do and lots of people to enjoy.


I am ready and excited for my new journey. No doubt there will be some difficult times, but as I have done since finding my peace in November 2014, I will keep calm and trust it will all be ok, because it always will be. I’m enjoying my last couple of days in London and pushing back the thoughts of being back on the sea, being rocked to sleep and having the most amazing lifestyle that suits me perfectly. Today is great too for different reasons. The best part is that I have very little to do and in fact, could leave tonight if need be. I can only take one bag which is pretty much packed, I have no flat or house to break out of, I have no children, no responsibility, no commitment. I am simply free and what an amazing feeling that is!

Damaging appearances


It all started when I was in the USA and a seven year old little girl looked at my eyes and told me I had grandma wrinkles. I told her they were smile lines, not grandma wrinkles. She looked at me with determination and anger and shouted, “GRANDMA WRINKLES!!!” I smiled at her again to show her my lines and said calmly, “I see them as smile lines because I’m a happy person and I smile a lot.” She muttered, “Grandma wrinkles” and stomped off angrily. I thought how sad it was that the people in her life have gave her this perception. She is only seven and already thinking about appearances, it is such a sad world when children think like that.


After this, I was watching a TV program with my parents and on came this three minute commercial about cream for the neck and upper chest. It featured numerous female celebrities who had used this cream and said how young it made them look and how much they loved it.  Funny enough, a few months earlier when I was in Cartagena, I looked in the mirror and thought my age was starting to show on my neck, I simply brushed off such a shallow thought, but slathered more sun cream on that area to prevent any more damage. When I was watching this advert, I started panicking a bit about my looks and my age and god forbid I should actually look my real age one day. I found my hand involuntarily touching my neck as if it was to blame for the fact that I am getting older. Then the advert started talking about all of these freebies they would throw in and I found myself anxious to hear the price. When they said it, it was actually a rather decent price and of course came with a guarantee so if I didn’t see results, I would get my money back. I was so close to writing down the website and then I stopped myself. Why would I do that? Many women these days seem to have lost the ability to age gracefully. My grandmothers did not mess with a thing and I’m not even sure used face cream, yet they were still beautiful women. I guess it depends on your definition of beauty.


Not to mention, when you start getting botox, fillers, implants here there and everywhere, shit goes wrong when you get older. Trust me, I’m sure one woman I saw who was in her 50’s would tell you that she regretted everything she ever had done. Her face and lips were totally deformed, her boobs were rock solid in a midst of aging skin and her skin was leathered from being in the sun with no protection. She was a kind person, but her outside was not so beautiful.


Now back to the present. I am absolutely loving my time in London. It’s great because I’m not working much and I have a bike which gives me freedom to travel around for free (speaking of which I got good old Sky back with all of his parts and the bike shop did indeed reimburse me for everything and gave me a better lock for a discount!) and explore this incredible city. When I am coming home from somewhere, I love to take new roads or old roads that are new to me because it’s been a couple of years. It’s amazing! I am truly truly observing and seeing this incredibly magic city. The spirits of London, of which there are many are constantly guiding me. They speak to me at every corner I turn, every alley way I look in. It’s incredible! They are showing me new perspectives and truly opening my eyes to a peaceful way of living. They are telling me that this is not the place for me right now, but I am here so I should soak in all of the lessons that are being offered to me.


I love the contrasts in London. Depending on the area, the buildings are different, the types of shops vary, the street life is different, the colours of people are different (but always with a mix of colours), the way people carry themselves is different. It’s really interesting to see. I’ve been spending a lot of time around Covent Garden and Marylebone in the last few days. There are a lot of shops, businesses and rich people around. I have been looking at the shops and the types of people that go into them. On the weekend Tommy Hilfiger near Harrods had such a huge crowd of people waiting for something that people were blocking the pavement and nearly pouring out into the streets. As I was rushing with excitement to meet a friend I hadn’t seen in over two years, I suddenly found this absurd. I shouldn’t judge I know, but that was my initial thought. It was probably some model or some new range of clothing that was coming.  People were using their precious life going there because they think it would make them look better than me who has no designer clothes or even anything that is considered fashionable. They place so much importance on how they look and who they wear that perhaps they are missing out on what really is important.


I realised that I too, in my previous life fell victim to this marketing. I wanted to have the latest fashion (at high street prices!), have an iPhone, live in a “cool” part of London, travel to exotic places, have lots of shoes, jackets and money to go to shows, good restaurants and goodness knows what else. I remember thinking that I wouldn’t go to my high school reunion because I didn’t have children or a husband or that Doctorate that I went for. Really, none of that matters and it wasn’t until I gave everything up, including fake appearances, that I finally felt free, confident and sure.


As I cycle around the more affluent areas of London, I notice how they are so much about appearances. I notice how they look at me just a bit longer than they do everyone else because I have an old dirty bike, a red sailing jacket (which needs a good wash but I don’t have a spare while it’s drying!), worn black mittens and a red bobbly Christmas ski hat that my friend lent me (thanks Jennie, it’s been the most valuable object I’ve received since coming here!!). They are either judging me, in disgust of such a scrub in their area or maybe they are grateful to see someone different to all the rest.  


I went to an induction to teach private yoga for a mobile styling company (Blow Ltd). The majority of the people there were hair, make up and nail artists who were very concerned about their appearance. I rocked up not in the dress code because I don’t have black trousers or shoes, not wearing any make except a splash of eyeliner and I hadn’t even blow dried my hair. Just as a side note, when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, my hair looked just as good as two of the girls who clearly worked hard to get their hair that way. They were really nice women and I couldn’t help but wonder what we would do with all this free time if we weren’t so concerned about wearing masks.



One reason why I went travelling was because I realised that I was getting a bit ridiculous and needed to learn how to live without these small luxuries. I was working so hard to maintain an appearance, that I stopped living because I was too busy working to fulfil this empty desire. My travelling goal was accomplished. I lived on a small and strict budget so that I could travel for a long time and when I came back, I would be ready to start a new career path with little money. Well, I’m not ready to settle here, but I certainly don’t need any more than what I already have. Nor do I really need all of what I have.  However, what I do have is more important than any object or appearance I could ever wish for. Peace and contentment. Buddha was right, you really do have to give up everything to find everything you are supposed to have.     

On the move again


I honestly think my ancestors were gypsies. What really makes my blood start circulating and my heart racing is being on the move. I wrote this entry at the last night in my flat. The flat I moved into a short 27 days ago. I went through quite an adjustment and learning process in the last 27 days. It’s quite amazing actually!


Having a bike makes me feel like I’m travelling. It offers me complete freedom because it allows me to get around this huge and beautiful city for free. I get to see little alleyways that cars can’t go through and take detours that don’t add on time because I’m on a bike! The wind whips through my hair and the diesel fumes go up my nose, but I don’t care. I’m on the move and a smile always forms.


I was going to leave the end of March, but the spirits of London are telling me it’s time to go now. I have done what it called me here for. Don’t ask what that is, I do keep some things private 🙂 So I decided that I would like to start my 38th year how I want the rest of the year (and my life) to go, with adventure! I booked tickets to Palma, Mallorca for the 13th of March and am absolutely terrified! But incredibly excited and open to whatever journey I will go on.  


Anyway, I was homeless last weekend, so I took it as an opportunity to go to the countryside where I used to live and see my ex work colleagues/dear friends who I am still in touch with despite leaving the job and area more than six years ago. They housed me, fed me, chauffeured me around and one of them filled me with too much wine. I had a great time and felt very loved! Now I’m staying in a posh part of London, Angel, with another friend until I go.  


Then the scary part comes. Palma (unless I find a job before then!). I am going without knowing anyone, without knowing the area, without a job, but with all the faith and trust that Palma has something to offer me. Whether that’s a job or a lesson, I won’t know until I get there. I’m nervous, a bit scared, but really excited to see what this new chapter will offer me. So many people have told me I’m brave, I used to brush it off and say I’m just sticking up for my right to happiness, but the truth is, Yes I am. My courage has even given me a paid return ticket back from a good friend should all go wrong (not purchased, nor do we think it will be necessary).  


I will be sad to leave London again. My friends have supported me in ways that were beyond what friendship calls for. Probably because they know I would do exactly the same for them.  They admire me and want me to succeed because I’m going off the social norm of what I am “supposed” to be doing. Having such great support around me has recharged my strength. I was definitely in need of a recharge. With all of my free time, I have looked into various jobs and made contacts. I had some job leads and offers that would have developed into something more had I stayed here longer, but I firmly believe that everyone who walks into my life does so for a purpose. Many people I have met for brief periods of time have told me something which has made a long lasting positive impression, have helped me years later with something or have become significant people in my life. There is a reason for all of these people that have walked along with me on this London path and no doubt time will tell me what that is.   


For now, I am ready to go. I am ready to continue pursuing my dream, I am ready to work towards a life where the only concern I have is my very own sail boat, where I’m going to sail it to and who I should have with me.  With the strength and support of my friends, I will create new adventures, new stories, have new ups and downs and hopefully make a lasting positive impact on new people. I am very much looking forward to a new journey!