Rough night

The wind direction has changed, wind is howling outside and it is very choppy inside the Marina. Our boat is rocking back and forth and the squeaking of fenders must have woken me up. All those calm nights we had assured for well rested nights the last month. I am up and my mind is imagining how it will be when we have set sail to head down the coast. How the body will adjust to the constant rocking and rolling of the boat. How our little 3yr old boy and our dog will cope for hours and hours, day after day. Will we get seasick, will we be able to eat, drink, sleep? Will we all get along? Will I freak out in the middle of the ocean and just want to go back into my safety place?

It’s a big adventure and it’s the dream of the captain to go sailing with the Family. I love adventures, but this one just seems a bit crazy. I am being told often “Don’t worry so much, you will love it”! And I do hope I will. But it is probably also normal to fear the unknown. And to hope it is the right choice, especially for the ones who are not able to make there own decisions yet, it is a big responsibility.

The conditions just have calmed outside, the howling and rocking of the boat have changed into a sweet lullaby. I am going back to bed, tomorrow will be another day…