We had some wild winds today, perhaps a sympathetic nod to our easterly friends. I've been a little edgy today - I talked with Forrest on Saturday just as the President Polk was heading out to sea to beat the storm. Ports send ships out to sea for safety when hurricanes or other strong weather forces are imminent. Better to be in rolling waves than bashing up against a dock, pier or other boats - or worse. Forrest sounded confident they'd miss most of it, but were leaving earlier than initially planned to make sure. They expected 30 foot waves.
I got a very brief email mid-day today so I know he's OK, but later I checked his blog to see if he was able to post via text. Sure enough, he'd added a post, "North Atlantic." Sure enough, they'd hit 30 ft seas. And while they didn't completely miss the storm, they just caught the upper right corner of it. He was enjoying the ride. So he said...
Immediate fears tucked away, I'm attempting to focus on other things. Like how to jump start my exercise program with so little motivation. Dire need, but zero enthusiasm. Or how to get my house clean and address my allergy issues, which I just learned include dust mites. Or how to focus on my coaching program, when I'm feeling stuck on a particular issue, and my "gremlins" are hanging around and impacting my progress. I think the residual anxiety - the storm, Forrest away, being home alone (we're only in week two out of six entire months), finances, health issues - is making just doing the things that need to be done more challenging. I'm a little out of sync.
I also really want to find a voice for this darn blog and I'm just not there. Living from the inside out - my authentic self. What would that self write about? What does she look like? Perhaps those are the questions I need to be thinking about as I go through this process. And writing about.
For now, I'm giving thanks that Forrest and ship appear to be fine and that I am safe and dry.
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