My pal Turboglacier has a great post today about how he is not sailing around the world right now.
I don't have a lot to add to the particular melancholy / wisdom of his post. But one thing I get to see pretty clearly in my job as a coach of college students is what different people we are when we are young. My college students are different from me in some significant ways. This is not news to anyone who has been 22. But we forget, if we don't sit side by side with young people, the ways that we change. My ideas about time, and my ideas about money, my willingness to compromise, my sense of what I can and can't accomplish, all of these things are very different than they once were, and different from the way my college students see the world. I'm not sure if getting older is a gift or a loss. Probably both. I don't know if I see the world more clearly or less, with the accumulation of these extra 10 years of defeats and life lessons and disappointments and unexpected gifts.
I've been thinking about my own goals, lately, and my own expectations about life. I'm dating a man who lives 800 miles away, so I've been thinking about my attachment to this place, and to what extent it has governed me so far. What would life be like if I left Maine? Who would I be if I lived away from the coast? I've been thinking about sailing, of course, and how I want to start doing some blue water passagemaking. It's never interested me before but I'm ready, now, to learn a lot more about bigger boats, bigger seas, longer distances.