I refer to the intentional yet completely un-planned 'leap' that we look back and ask the question, "What in the hell was I thinking?".
One sunny day in Newport Oregon, on the quiet docks of the South Beach Marina, such a moment presented itself to me.
Having most alway owned a boat, I found myself several years on the hard with nothing to show. I walked the docks looking, learning and thinking. I knew a boat would come, they always do. I'd sold a solid 19 foot aluminum raft because it was too small (in my opinion) to enjoy the Oregon coast for more then a handful of days a year. Little did I know an elderly couple with a small sailboat would fill the hole in my heart.
You see, they had bought Ava not three months ago when out of nowhere the little "motorsailor" they really wanted became available. Two boats? They had to get rid of the first one and fast. Like an answer to their quiet question, I showed up on that day and we start a conversation.
In less then an hour I am the new owner of a sailboat, free, and no, I've never owned one before. The wonderful couple leave and I just couldn't stop smiling. I have my boat. It feels right. I can make this work.
Little did I know the chain of events, the scope of emotions or the wonder of discovery that that one act of impetuous lack of thought would precipitate.
I didn't look. I leapt with eyes wide open. Have you ever done that?
If so, I think you will enjoy my story. Our story