A week of stress and hard work has my mental state drained. I come home on a Friday ready to just lay down and forget about everything I have to do. I pull up into my driveway and open the garage. There, right there, there it is. It cuts through the water. The wind throws it around. Just by looking at it in the garage my stressful mind is made a content mind. There is no better feeling than dragging my sailboat down to beach on a Friday afternoon.
The sailboat is mine. It is a Laser class sailboat to be specific. It is a one man dinghy that cuts through waves and speeds by any other boat powered by wind on the water. It is fun. It requires every ounce of strength that I have. I love feeling the harsh wind whipping across my face and tasting the salt water on my lips. I love the rancid smell of low tide and of the washed ashore sea life.
It is a casual sail. I am not racing nor am I competing. I do it simply for the joy of it. I find it relaxing and soothing to my mind. However, I could never do this if I never had my sailboat. As I drag my sailboat back home from the beach, I stow it away in the garage. I look at it again and reminisce on everything I did to earn that boat. I remember the hard trying during the summertimes with my sailing team. It was proof to my parents that I could sail a boat all by myself in the big Atlantic Ocean. I remember the work and volunteering I did in order to make enough money to purchase the boat. I remember searching everywhere in the state of Florida for this particular boat. This was the only one that I could find. The only one in the state of Florida is mine.