Some thoughts from my journal.. . The process has shifted. I feel like I'm drifting out to sea — a drift that had always been sweet and exciting. I was once comfortable there, with my faded raft and weathered oars, but now it feels strange, and I can't tell if it's quite good or bad. My seat feels the same, the wind smells the same, even the rocking, reminding me that this ocean is not and will never be predictable, challenges me the same. But my paddles dip into the water on the left and right and won't steer me the same. My turns are out of sync. It's frustrating. The thrill of relying on skill and experience to navigate these waves has been dulled by the ache in my arms. I don't know if it's me, the paddles, the boat, or the water that's become foreign. It's a room with all the same furniture, but in a different house...one I feel guilty for not recognizing. I feel like if I give it enough time, these maneuvers will make sense again. Time. And I have to let that be. Patience. . The sun feels really good today and I miss him. 💛🌾☀️ #whywelove #whyweadventure . 📷 of @weekswayfaring + @4thebirds on the lake last season.







