Justin Vernon and The Staves // Re:Stacks
Long intro, but worth it.
So in case you didn’t know, our offer was accepted on a boat. She is the coziest little thing you ever saw, a 28 Newport with a steering wheel and retro cushions. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. imagining what I would feel when we finally had a sailboat to call our own. Excitement, terror, relief, nervousness overwhelm me, but above it all, I know I’m ready. WE’RE ready. Ready for the weekend excursions to Catalina, swimming in the clear turquoise water, fishing, exploring hidden caves, playing cards and telling jokes late into the night before being rocked to sleep at anchor by the waves lapping against the hull, then waking to fill the boat with the smell of the morning sea and bacon crisping on the alcohol stove. We’re ready for the weekends where Brandon and I will be on our hands and knees scrubbing, painting and varnishing our love into the boat for hours, taking breaks, of course, for carmel apples at Shoreline Village. Most of all, we are ready for the hands down, most freeing feeling in the world- being blown about the open ocean under the widest, bluest skies there ever were. Now that it is actually happening, our boat only 2 weeks away from being officially our own, I am beside myself with romantic sea-stained visions, along-side a great fear of the what-ifs that come with being an inexperienced sailor/ boat owner. I am comforted, though, by knowing that even the greats had to start somewhere.
My dad said something to me yesterday that really stuck.
Its always more comfortable to be ‘going to do something’. To actually do it is a terror. It should be, too, if its really worth it.
I’m kind of in that place right now, witnessing hard work paying off and finally reaching a goal, a feat I have exhaustively thought, talked, and dreamed about for years and, honestly, I am the most terrified I’ve ever been. It is a peculiar feeling to have a dream come true.
How lucky that I can carry the peace of the forest in my heart. (Jane Goodall)
All that is gold does not glitter.
Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither.
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Made a sleeve for my baby kindle tonight. I acknowledge the nostalgia in reading physical books and will always always always prefer paper pages to the digital alternative, BUT…
I’m getting really into this.
Sylvia Plath (via kari-shma)
I laced up my boots tonight for the first time this season. I found myself avoiding sidewalks and paved paths and being drawn to mud, shrubberies, and thickets. There must be something said about tromping, about going where ever you like.
There is nothing wrong with routine, I see that now. But it is dangerous, still. Being wrapped in a routine that is motionless, never moving you forward is very quick way to find frustration, unhappiness, and self-loathing and have no idea why.
I’m trying some new things now. Good, healthy, happy things. Shedding the complacency.
My mind is far away today. I have piles of files and paperwork nagging at my peripherals, whining for attention. I keep staring at the frame on my desk; us with our wild hair and the Pacific behind us.
I study the stories of couples who worked really hard and pinched pennies for some years before quitting their jobs, selling everything, and sailing off into terrifying storms and beautiful lagoons. It’s a real thing, people do it and it changes them.Now I don’t know exactly what direction my life will go in the next few years, but I know that not working towards something like this is the best way to settle into a life that never changes.
I always knew one day my best friend would want to go live with a boy rather than play Dance Dance Revolution with me all summer long. But I never guessed how happy I could be about it. I love these two so much.
Everyone, Mr. And Mrs. Caleb Hill.
(photo courtesy of Mr. Cannon)