In the past two months, I have stayed home on a weekend exactly once. Every other weekend this summer, I’ve been camping or kayaking or sailing. And in August, I was away from home for three weeks out of four. I’ve spent more time pulling clothes out of my trusty, leather overnight bag in the past two months than I have pulling them out of my closet. And that’s exactly the way I like it best.
I like my house, and I enjoy being at home, but if there’s the opportunity to spend time in the outdoors, and especially on the water, then I’ll fly out my front door without a second thought. I’m saying yes to those small weekend adventures that keep coming my way. Actually, I’m saying “Hell Yes!”
Yesterday, I got a text from Dan, who has been sailing in Desolation Sound this week, inviting me to join him this weekend for the last leg of the journey back to Victoria. It took me about 11 seconds to make a decision. Hell yes!
This summer, I’ve been giving my free spirit free reign. Heading into July, I was feeling burdened by the responsibilities of being a working single mother. It was definitely time for me to embrace once again my adventurous spirit and to find ways to incorporate adventure back into my life. Sailing in the Gulf Islands, Kayaking in the Broken Group, camping on Hornby Island – each of these experiences has nourished my soul, filled me up, brought me closer to my elemental self.
And it’s clear that I am most in my element on or near the water. Sailing, or paddling, or floating, or splashing in the waves, I am happy, and utterly at peace. A fellow sailor told me recently that my name means “Dweller of the Sea.” There’s no surprise in that.
And so when an invitation comes for one more summer weekend on the sailboat, I’m in, baby! Hell yes, I’m in. I’m saying yes to adventure. Yes to spontaneity. This summer my free spirit is calling the shots.