In my sailing days there were times when the seas were rough and the waves were breaking from the wrong direction, making the path forward difficult and dangerous. Sometimes, because of the length of the passage, there was no option of turning back.
I remember reaching port after one such trip and realizing that I hadn’t let fear overtake me—I’d stayed the course and come out the other side. Oftentimes, it spoke to having had enough ballast to hold steady in battering seas.
Ballast. We need that on dry land too. Someone or something that balances and strengthens us. I’m grateful that I have that. It comes in the form of friends that stay close, family that supports, and last but not least, my husband.
If you’re a fan of the hit series Yellowstone you’ll understand…I married a Rip. And I’m one lucky girl.
Look for the ballast in your life. Put time and attention into the people that put time and attention into you.
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
it's (almost always) about the water... 