When I was a teenager I thought my youngest sister was stupid for watching JAWS.
At 15 I had enough insight to know that I didn’t need to be terrified more when I was already scared of drowning. Why have big screen proof that a killing machine was waiting to eat me as I stepped into the water, then add insult to injury having to pay for the privilege.
I have, (you will be pleased to know) long overcome all water fears and learning how to swim as a young adult was like opening a door to a watery paradise that has only been fun.
By default I have just found out that to ward off your fear of JAWS, you can buy a little black box and wear it. This box, apparently is more scary for the shark than his jaws are for you. I’m not sure how this works and I wouldn’t like to test it on a pissed off shark if it happened to stop working while you are still in the water….
This black box got me thinking about the big question of what are the parts of this journey that terrify?
I don’t consider myself brave.
If I were caught for real in a horror movie type situation there is no way I would be going down into the basement, splitting up from friends to check it out and nothing in the world could convince me it would be a good idea to have a shower. ARE YOU PEOPLE MAD – GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!
I will take brave to a point but not in a work environment.
There are certain jobs I think, would take quite a bit of guts to do and I for one would never consider. People who are firefighters, police, miners who go down deep into the earth and Scottish Trawler men (you know the ones – they think it’s O.K to got out in Gale force 10 weather to catch crabs in small steel coffins called ships). Basically it comes down to odds and for some roles the odds never look good enough for the pay exchange.
Your Brave Means My Stupid
Your passion and day to day journey will undoubtedly be completely mad and stupid to another.
For instance, just because Mount Everest is the biggest hill in the world is no reason to climb it. I for one like my fingers and toes and when you start climbing that bad boy there is no guarantee you will come home with all digits attached, or your life for that matter, who says the views are worth it.
“Under no circumstances will I be bobbing around on the ocean with you” – quote my big sister at coffee yesterday. She views this boat adventure the same way I think of anyone about to climb Mt Everest. Stupid.
(I did ask if bobbing around included being moored in some exotic marina. Yes still stupid – my blood blister will be staying in the nice hotel and we can visit. This sounds like a grand plan and win / win for all.)
So What Are My Fears For The Adventure?
I’d be lying if I said I had no uncertainties for this boat thing I’m embarking on.
I don’t however 1 year out, have anything that keeps me awake at night. The things I do occasionally consider as fears are:
Something happening before the start. I would be devastated not to make it.
Being on watch, falling asleep or failing to notice that big ship, or rocks I am about to run into.
Waking up in the morning to find my Captain is gone. The gone missing, no longer on the boat Gone.
Sickness, crisis and death of loved ones whilst we are a long way from home.
Saying goodbye to our old dog Lilly. This sounds awful, but it is now a race to see which happens first, she dies of old age or we leave before this (what we do with her if she is still alive I haven’t figured out yet)
Saying goodbye to my nearest and dearest – this will be tricky – this includes Lilly the Wonderdog
I Am Not Fearful Of:
The Captain and I not getting on.
That I won’t know what to do – I plan to learn what it is I need to know and keep learning.
That I will be bored.
That a great white shark will eat me.
That I won’t love Miss Catana. I know as long as we look after her she will look after us.
Cheers the Miss
PS Lilly said to tell you that she does not bite, well not unless you’re a native hen or a rabbit then she will do her best!