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This tall ship thing
I might hate it (although I don't think so). But I might. So I'm trying (pretty unsuccessfully, I might add!) not to get too excited about going, even though it's waking me up in the middle of the night at the moment.
What I figure is this: even if I do hate it, I'll have done it. I'll know what it feels like. I'll have been out there, up in that rigging, whatever, another big experience to add to the sum of my life.
I'll probably love it. I love the sea, love being active and doing, I'm not fazed by getting wet or uncomfortable or knackered. I hope I love it. I want to love it.
This trip is for me. Not for mommy-me, or work-me, but for the essential bit-right-in-the-middle of me. The me that needs to have adventures and challenge myself, be a doer not a spectator. Love it or hate it, it's just what I need right now.
Does this sound like pretentious twaddle? If so, I apologize, but it really is how I feel about this.
What I figure is this: even if I do hate it, I'll have done it. I'll know what it feels like. I'll have been out there, up in that rigging, whatever, another big experience to add to the sum of my life.
I'll probably love it. I love the sea, love being active and doing, I'm not fazed by getting wet or uncomfortable or knackered. I hope I love it. I want to love it.
This trip is for me. Not for mommy-me, or work-me, but for the essential bit-right-in-the-middle of me. The me that needs to have adventures and challenge myself, be a doer not a spectator. Love it or hate it, it's just what I need right now.
Does this sound like pretentious twaddle? If so, I apologize, but it really is how I feel about this.