I am tired and caught myself wondering today, “Is this real?”
Yesterday, I read one of the Sailors from the Theodore Roosevelt died and a Pavlovian cry snuck up on me. Spend 27 years of your life caring for Sailors and a lifetime connection to complete strangers sailing at sea causes emotions to flair up.
An old boss was in the news, keeping his ships at sea to keep his Sailors safe. Proud of him.
An old shipmate leads efforts on MERCY to help people in New York. Proud of him.
I talk to one of my best buddies once a week, he commands a ship on the West Coast, and it always resets my perspective. This is a difficult time we are living through, no doubt, but I remember serving on those ships, I know what they are dealing with, and what I am dealing with here… at home… it’s easy. Damn easy.
Life at sea in normal conditions is hard.
Still, some days I just want to wake up with all the rest of us and say, “what a terrible nightmare!”
But I don’t. You don’t. We don’t.
Perspective. I call my Mom. I call my daughter. I call my sister.
I finish another lesson in my teaching certification.
I think, “I really need to do some work on my blog.” But the phone calls seem more important. Being ready to do good work whenever things open up again seems more important.
It will be okay.
Going to add a little video to this… a powerful, emotional performance of Creep by Radiohead: