Relation-ship

In relation to a ship, I’m ready to jump, always. I’m used to the flow of not knowing what to expect. The water will pull me to the next place as long as I’m not tethered to this structure. I hear structure is good, though. I hear we need stability in our life. Coach. Coach once told me that security in an area allows us to focus on other things. Mind. Mind told me that if I stand on the deck for another moment, I’ll be limited to only ever watching the waves pass and never getting the privilege of feeling the waves crash. Mind told me that security is a cage. Coach, Mind – both wrong in my eyes. I’m not more secure on the deck of the ship. I’m not more limited by my presence on the ship. In that moment, I have an opportunity to experience, choose – it gives meaning to being on the ship. Not all ships are built the same. A ship of the wrong material will inevitably sink and if you aren’t prepared to jump when needed, you just might go down with it. I’ve jumped ship an awful lot in my life. I’ve jumped ship even when the ground felt stable enough beneath my feet but the ever-present itching, visions of crashing, pulled me over the side anyways. Walk the plank like a balance beam and stage dive off the edge. Trust you’ll be caught and swept away. There’s this thing about ships and sailing, though. No matter how many times you’ve had to jump, if you have a strong enough passion, the water always calls you back. You climb aboard again. Give chance to a ship that just might be able to weather the storm. Someday you might find a ship that you never see crashing. Some day, you might see people jumping ship and know that all you really need to do is grab the wheel and trust your gut. Someday you might realize that the sea only calls us because we’re capable. In relation to that ship, maybe I’ll call it home

Much love, until next time.