Sailing should be scary, but its not.
A wave looms up behind you, lifting the rear of Ooroo meters in the air pushing it at 10 knots, 11 and then 12. At the bottom of the wave you are surrounded by water...and then you raise.....slowing to 8 knots, 6 an then 5. Then you do it again. Six times a minute. But every minute a different wave comes from the side....or was it us sliding sideways down a wave....and you get wet from the broadside impact. This is day eight, its 5.30am and I'm waiting for sunrise. We haven't had much sun these past two days. What we have had is constant 30 knots of wind.
I often lay awake listening to the thunderous waves as they slide beneath us or crash over head. why aren't we scared? I ponder not the sea and its power, but the boats ability to handle it. By day Ooroo is a bridge between two countries and by night she is a space ship, hurtling through the unknown, clouded by stars. She is also a home. Without her we have no nurturing cocoon to keep us out of harm's way.
I ponder the shackle I should replace, the line that is chaffed, the squeak, the groan and the sails ability to handle this wind. Then you act and replace what needs replacing, add some oil, tighten a bolt and reduce the sail. If you think it...then you must do it.
Sailing is not for procrastinators. But that doesn't mean you can't be lazy. This cocoon is here to be enjoyed. Sit with a good book, sip a cold beer, BBQ a beef fillet, listen to the Rolling Stones or layabout and do nothing...while giving thanks to the good ship for being your everything.

.....Hey Jules....not EVERYTHING