I woke up this morning with an Ah-ha that I haven’t been listening to Traffic on the Nines and I didn’t go to bed last night asking cosmic fashion goddesses to send inspiration on what to wear to work. Astonished, that two activities with the same familiarity as putting milk back in the fridge would become instantly forgotten when I took a leave from work. The theory, Survival of the Fittest explains it for me. Avoiding traffic snarls and appearing professional contribute zilch to surviving the perils of crossing a vast ocean in a 36 ft. fiberglass cocoon. While it sounds contrite, preparing for the experience has shown otherwise. The last few days of 6-8 hour sailing, studying navigation charts, and docking a 9 ton vessel without losing life, limb, or property have been daunting because they aren’t second nature to me; such as putting the milk back in the fridge. This week’s events have been scary at times, humbling always, and challenging to what I’ve sometimes taken for granted. But, I’m getting there.
What helps to quiet my fears is perspective thinking. Monitoring channel 16 on the VHF is my new Traffic on the Nines. Having a Naval Warship hail Seamore Pacific on the VHF for a bit of “chit-chat” on how to avoid a traffic snare with a United States warship is just a more personalized traffic report. Right?
Another internal pep talk is, that if I didn’t break a sweat when I drove a hunk of metal 65 mph, a few feet from another hunk of metal going 75 mph, with another hunk of metal going 90 mph cutting in front of us, and another hunk of metal that suddenly slows and weaves when it’s multi-tasking operator is busy texting, eating, and applying mascara; then I can sail this boat across an ocean and park it into a skinny slip…all while painting my toenails with Sailor-Red polish.
Enough pep talking and day dreaming. Time to get back to work on getting Seamore Pacific and her crew ready for Mexico. Next on the list is to anchor tomorrow night at La Playa Cove.