We sailed across the Gulf of Lyon when we made our way to Spain after we had stopped over in France. We left Italy two days prior. It was early and the light just started to sneak in. We had gone through a rough sea up until now and I had loved every minute of it. I had never at the same time felt so alive and on the crest of drama.
The yacht crashed through the swell that came at it head-on. It took it well. The waves weren’t that big, but some were big and it was raining hard and the wind blew full and with force and it all made for quite a show. I liked that about the storm. In the morning the storm had passed and the wind changed direction and it wasn’t a cold wind. We sailed smoothly South West pass Barcelona on our way to Ibiza. I made some tea and sat outside and watched as the sun chased away the ominous grey sky. That specific night burned the fat off my soul and I felt good and I enjoyed my tea even more as I saw Spain for the first time on the horizon.
I imagined what it would be like to cross the Pacific, or the Southern Ocean, which is much more dangerous than the Mediterranean pond I was sitting on.
I felt alive and on the crest of drama all over again and it made sense to me that we take on our vocational exploration step by step. We sink ourselves into the work that we have been given and we do it. We aim towards something and then we don’t mind a stormy sea and we stay up late to burn the midnight oil and we tap the glass when we are done to see if we are still going where we should, right?
It should make sense to you that you want to sink yourself into something great; and through your very own unique vocational storm of hope, love and anticipation. It should also add up to be quite a show.