In sailing, we have always used the age old adage, “throw me a line”, but it wasn’t until becoming a mother (and losing mine) did those words truly resinate more to me. I’ve always been the friend to want to help others. The motherly type. This new role of being the MOM made me hyper aware of how little I threw lines out in the past, and how many lines I had been thrown during some very difficult stops along my journey. Many times I didn’t take them because I thought I could steer my own boat, or this is what was expected of me. I was sadly mistaken, and so very wrong.
Having learned from my mistakes, yet again the dynamics changed. I couldn’t help feel the line I wasn’t able to give others at times, I so desperately needed myself, yet again. It ripped me apart not to be physically there for the ones I loved. Through out it all, there were women and men around me, my wonderful tribe, who understood. These amazing humans, while going through their own trials and tribulations, were there. They didn’t give me what I so desperately thought I needed; they gave me something so much more. They gave me wisdom. Wisdom as a collection that is so powerful no book could ever truly compare. They gave all this to me, and asked for nothing in return.
As I sit here sipping my coffee, ready for a FL sunrise (grateful vacation has been good to us) I find all the line I need to keep my boat going. The seas we are navigating are uncharted, but we will find our way. It’s the people at the ports who throw us the line that make the journey all the more worth while.
I feel as though there will never be the right words to thank these women (and men too!) who have helped me on my journey to becoming Me. I skip with excitement to meet the ones who have yet to touch my soul. Let me say here that this is my ode to you. The fantastic individuals who have thrown me a line, no matter what.
With love and eternal gratitude ❤