Synchronicity's Empty Hull

1992: Me, in the empty hull of Synchronicity (dad built her in our backyard), being introduced to the world of cruising

Here’s the thing — we’re surrounded by commodities, and the exchange rates between them suck.

We know the obvious ones: money, gold, pig skins.
We know the less obvious ones: time, family

But what about health? Youth? Life itself?

And what about the equations, the relationships between them? We trade time for money. We take that money, we sock it away in a nice savings account. Then a few months later, we take that money out, and we go on a vacation. We relax. We unwind. We buy time with our money.

Loss of Time = Gain of Money = Gain of Time… but at a really crappy exchange rate.

And then? Then you add in the youth factor — youth is a commodity. I am young. I know this. I try to remember this. Sometimes it’s hard; I get wrapped up in fitting in with the office, with the other cruisers, pretending to be older and wiser than I am… really, I will only be 23 once… why is it so hard to just embrace that??

Okay, sidetracked… what am I trying to say here?

I’m trying to say that money is not the only commodity; that time and and youth and health are 3 others that I can’t ignore.

Basically I’m trying to explain why, at 23, I refuse to dedicate my life to a career. Why I am leaving a career without a backwards glance, and throwing myself into this lifestyle, sans safety net. Why I am so obsessed with not letting my life be dictated by a cubicle or a job or a career path; but rather by me, the director.

Six months on, six months off; the best of both worlds; the worst of both worlds? I read a quote once, it said “was he working or playing? no one could ever tell” … that about summarizes by dreams.

Youth is a commodity.
Health is a commodity.

Leah: Don’t even think about wasting them!


Stormy Moments

Why is it so hard to remember?
Why is it so easy to forget?
Why is it so easy to get swept up in the dreary minutia of daily existence?
Why does 4 months feel like forever?
Why does the office have a dress code?
Why do I hate dress codes so so SO much?
Why did I ‘settle’ for the easier route to make money?
Why didn’t I struggle through something more exciting?
Why does it matter?
Why did I eat so many cupcakes today?
Why do I get so caught up in cupcake-counts?

(Five. Today. Five cupcakes today. Ohhhhh Mexico beach body you are in big trouble)

Why do I forget about the bigger picture, the dream, the passion, the vision?
Why do dress codes and cupcake counts get to occupy more brain space than pure gratitude for our beautiful boat, love, life, dreams, hopes, and future?
Why do quiet gentle songs and starry nights do such a wonderful job of reminding me of the priorities, the truly important things in life… this too shall pass, and in 10 years, very little of it will matter anymore.

Make the most of every day Leah. Even these in-between days, the ones that feel a bit like being 11 (not quite a child; not quite a teenager; you don’t have boobs you just have bites, you can’t sit at the adult table but you sure as heck don’t want to be stuck with the thumb-suckers, you’d like to dig out your barbies and play all night but you’re meant to be exploring nail polish and boys…  just stuck in hopeless limbo).

Off-topic Leah… One day you’ll look back and smile fondly at the memory of ranting about dress codes and conferences and the injustice of it all. So just be calm, be still, and be happy that you are 23 and life has been sweet to you.



Where is Brio?

Most people seem to assume that “in Mexico” actually means “in Cancun”. So to clear up any confusion, here’s a quick little map of where exactly “San Carlos, Mexico” actually is (and Brio’s home for the summer)!

San Carlos, Mexico

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