It’s done; I have set sail. As of last Thursday, I am no longer anyone’s indentured crew; rather, it’s now up to me to navigate where I will, and up to me to reach every destination with my craft intact.
Playing the part of a part-time landlubber these past seven weeks has helped me overcome my fear of the vast uncharted oceans ahead of me, but if anything that experience has also made my path to this freedom all the more uncanny and troubling, as I’ve already mentioned.
Maybe that gradual easing-out did eventually give me just that little bit more momentum, to clear the bay and get out into the stronger currents. Because that’s where I feel like I am now: with my first entirely independent day chock full of work behind me; but stormy, empty seas ahead of me, only dotted islands apparent this side of the cold winds and rains of dark December.
But I’m not alone on this craft: K. and the cat bring their cheer and their warmth, separately and together. In my heart, at least, I’m set fair for some time yet.