This Ship Has Not Sailed

Rain is coming down in sheets and I’m beginning to wonder if I should start a Balsa Wood Club so we can craft an arc.  I’d love to escape on a boat and travel around the world.  I could surf azure waves, and not the internet all day long.  I’d have wind tousled hair and smell of salt and ocean breezes.  I would cease to be Superheroine of Small Offices Everywhere.  I would be Superheroine of the High Seas!

I am the Captain of my humble domain only.  I can hardly manage to keep it clean and organized, so I can’t imagine the trouble sails, ropes, and pulleys would give me.  My work is stagnant and stationary, not floating on the crest of adventures.  I never imagined I’d envy a seafaring career, but the thought of the nautical deck wear is quite enticing!

Seriously though, I find myself thinking the most random thoughts.  Some days I really think the grass is greener on the other side.  I wonder how I got where I am (in this mess) and wonder about the endless possibilities.  Tomorrow I could be a painter, a sailor, a firefighter, or a farmer.  That’s the thing about imagination—there are undiscovered worlds in its plunging depths and infinite wonders upon the horizon.

Currently playing:  Morcheeba, The Sea


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