When I think of my happy place I think of being rocked to sleep in the comfort of the cabin on a 1974 Westsail 32 in rolling seas. Of course I also have a deep fear of sea sickness but we won’t get into that. And at some point during this dream of rocking back and forth on a Westsail it takes on a life of it’s own and I begin to act.
I dream about it because it’s an incredible boat, famous for it’s seaworthiness and offshore sailing and I’m a little obsessed. I still have an obsession with Teak furniture but this obsession is different, it’s shadows me. I’m not exactly sure how I can afford one or what the life of a sailor might be like, but then I find myself near open water and somehow it all makes sense again, me and a 40 year old boat.
The dream is about freedom and self reliance living off the grid. It’s a compilation of a hundred books and endless videos and films I’ve seen. And I now find I’m unconsciously making tiny adjustments to my habits the longer this dream goes on. Like selling off odd useless items here or there that I won’t be taking with me on my boat. I’m also doing my best to save money and trying to connect the dots of a path that inevitably leads one to open water.
What does a path to owning a 1974 Westsail look like? It’s filled with indecision, research, and being humbled by a growing list of skills that are hard learned. It’s like starting from scratch and learning how to walk. I have sailed less than 20 nautical miles in my life and I’m as green as they come. But dreams are important. They fuel goals build anticipation and keep things exciting. And if we don’t dream then we really aren’t living, are we.
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