You can’t get what you want, unless you know what you want…
I’ve rarely heard anything that rang truer than those words. It’s so basic and elementary. Figure out what you want out of life and then set out to earn it, win it, deserve it, gain it or even take it. Whenever unemployed I’ve always applied for every single available job for the single facts that: a) I was needing employment; and b) I felt I qualified. The desire to do that specific job was ever so rarely part of the equation.
I think life has served me well by not giving me those jobs. Any of them. Ditto on my chasing single men or boys. That one could have gotten me into so much more trouble than I dare to imagine.
We’ve sailed out as far as we had been to last year in the Bahia de Banderas (the Puerto Vallarta bay). It’s a long ways, and for those who’ve never even left their home state it can be seen as daring and brave. But for those around us, other cruisers we meet in the bay – this is still little league. It’s like we’ve never even dared spend the night going commando without our diapers and we can still hear the screeching sound of our training wheels dragging beside us.
Never mind the fact it takes one month to sail to this point from San Diego – for those who have circumnavigated the planet it’s like we’ve never even left our backyard! Trust me, this is nothing…
When we left San Diego we held on to the ultimate goal: to cross the Pacific with 100s of other Puddle Jumpers. We geared up for it (almost) and got most tools and toys necessary for the crossing. Like I said: almost. Currently our house battery pack is not 100%. That means by the time the sun shows its bright face in the morning our fridges have run out of power. It’s not that big of a deal while we’re anchored. But out in the middle of the ocean with the auto helm running 24-7, the loss of battery power is a HUGE deal. *shiver*
Our location (A) is ideal for a crossing – it’s a one-month trip before even dropping the anchor at the first island of the French Polynesia (B). One month. If all goes well… It can take longer. Much longer.
We simply cannot make up our minds. We just can’t! On the plus side:
- When will we ever get the chance to cross an ocean ever again?
- This is Tahiti we’re talking about… Bora Bora? The Marquesas? Paradise?
- The adventure of a life time. Just the thought of the people we’d meet, other jumpers, the Polynesians, etc – it’s a dream!
And then there are the negative sides:
- The uncertainty
- Important stuff breaking – it happens all the time, and like Cap’t Ron said “If anything’s gonna happen, it’ll happen out there” and out there is nowhere near hardware stores, boat supplies, hospitals and *gulps* bars.
- Running out of money. It can happen. Our funds are not unlimited, and if we run out while we happen to be on the other side of the planet, making our way back will be hell.
- The boredom. Four long weeks before touching land is hard to find stuff to do to fill in those voids. Very long.
- The food supplies – fruits & veggies do not last one month, nor do most dairy products. Imagine if my fridge does die? Where will I get ice for my cocktails?
- Storms. Sharks. Pirates. Crashing meteors. All have been known to happen.
- Living without the internet 😦 for god-knows-how-long!
Is it any wonder we cannot make up our minds? If I don’t know what kind of work I want to do next, or if I cannot make up my mind on what to eat for breakfast, of if I don’t know what spice I would be if I ever joined a newly rejuvenated Spice Girls ensemble and if I debate endlessly in the toilet paper aisle at the grocery store…
How can I be expected to make such a life changing decision?