For those who know me, I am not a rowboat or a fishing type of woman. The mere thought of the slowness of the boat while rowing, not to mention, worms, hooks, harming a fish???? OMG. I thought of myself as a team player when my 3 kids and husband wanted to fish on the lake. How could I possibly say no when I would rather tan and read Jack Canfield's book... I sucked it up and there I went. Wow, what a life lesson.
Rowboats are not comfortable. They are designed for people with no feeling and no desire for relaxation or comfort. Our rowboat had a leak. My husband handed me a small bucket and stated my job for the trip (because I would not be fishing) would be to bale out the water coming in... I told him just because I was Puerto Rican, the Arizona immigration laws didn't apply to me. He asked me for my passport and when I couldn't produce it, I started baling the water. Sigh.
The weather was amazing and the water pristine. Ella, my 5 year old was the only one pulling up perch, after perch, after perch. The silence was deafening. The other kids were pissed. We decided to dock at this little island before the natives got restless and tossed Ella overboard for her bounty. We explored the island, relaxed and tried to re-focus. I spoke about peace, gratitude, love of the skies and with that, Noah decided he needed to go to BJ's for a new zhu-zhu pet... Ella stated her dolls were getting lonely without her at home and Catherine stated her internet wasn't working properly on her phone at the island and we needed to get closer to shore.
Where am I? Who am I?
It's great to have a partner in EVERYTHING you do, personally and professionally. I encourage this on every level. We both agreed, we would bring up the anchor and high tail out... to the speedboat part of our lives. Once home, I refused to go to BJ's, help Ella find her lonely dolls and re-program Catherine's internet.
Instead, I watered my garden, talked to amazing friends and my sister in California and then took my husband out for margaritas and good food. I laughed and talked and realized, I am a little bit of rowboat in this life... the work, the focus, the precision of rowing, it is so rewarding and I am capable of this task... I'm also grateful for the excitement of the gas motor and engine that propels me constantly through the water, through life, through experiences. The wind at my face warms my soul and assures me my energy will spread... I love that too...
Are you a rowboat or a speedboat? I believe a little of both is all you need!!!
Bluest Skies,
Jordan
