This is what we call a life post:
I know how to flip out of the boat. No, no, thanks. Sudden change of plans. Different order of operations than anticipated. So sorry. I roll into the water and swim for the shore.
I can tell when others will do it. I hear the splash before they've made a move for the side. I imagine the hasty excuses.
But lately I want to take that waterlogged vessel out farther. Sit with bare feet as water rises over my ankles, over the bench. Take my chances.
I know how to flip out of the boat. No, no, thanks. Sudden change of plans. Different order of operations than anticipated. So sorry. I roll into the water and swim for the shore.
I can tell when others will do it. I hear the splash before they've made a move for the side. I imagine the hasty excuses.
But lately I want to take that waterlogged vessel out farther. Sit with bare feet as water rises over my ankles, over the bench. Take my chances.
TAKING CHANCES! Oh, Glee...
ReplyDeleteI flipped the boat after visiting Boston. Wanted out immediately, took the closest flight and ran home. Don't regret the decision for a second... it was not the right place for me.
ReplyDeleteIn two weeks, I set sail again to New Jersey. Here's to hoping I don't want to flip the boat this time.