Day 93 "Raise The Anchors"

Once again I travel without the company I had anticipated, I had hoped for, and even though Danbox has chosen to come along this time around, there is still something lonely about this next step.

The road beckons once again, life demands movement and the ocean calls from a distance.

I smile to know that I will be near my family once again, that I will see the faces that I simply do not see enough, and that I will leave this cramped space that I live in for a while.

I have a lot to think about this time around, for what happens next will define me and whether or not I achieve anything of worth in my life time.

I can tell that even in this short time, that the person leaving will not come back the same.

I can tell that I cannot come back the same if I hope to climb out of all these impossibly heavy emotions.

Something has changed in me, and I am both restless and dedicated now.

I have spent too much time lying in wait, hoping for a better story to be written, but this is my tale to tell, and what happens next is to be penned by myself alone.

There is no safety in staying here within this life I have come to know. There is no safety is trying to predict and protect every step that I make.

It is time to raise the anchors of this lost ship.

I am making the effort to let go of the fear of letting go.

I am trying to accept luck and destiny might both play a part.

I will never know who I am supposed to be, unless I keep trying to find myself somewhere else, and what happens next is written only in silence.

We leave home in the morning...in search of home somewhere in the daylight of tomorrow.