Losing Track

November 5, 2011

A month ago my life was punctuated by weekends, days, hours, minutes, seconds. I vaguely recall leaving my office at 2 minutes to the hour to be on time for a meeting at 10am. I certainly remember wishing for the weekend or for 5:00.

Lately I have been unable to site the day of the week. Weekends are entirely irrelevant and if I am a day late to a meeting (yes I still have them) I figure I’m close enough.

My days are dissected my jibes now. They are peppered with feedings. 3 meals a day (roughly at traditional meal times) and a snack every 15 minutes or so (I kid you not). For the longer intervals we have passages and destinations. Leave for Bahia de Tortugas, arrive 3 nights later at Santa Maria.

Most interesting is that days no longer begin and end at artificial times. I wake for watch or sunrise and sleep at the end of watch or cruiser’s midnight (a few hours after sunset). I am finally rediscovering my natural rhythm as I lose track of time.

1 comment

  1. Comment by Katja Svendsen

    Katja Svendsen November 8, 2011 at 1:18 pm

    Wow, so amazing. I discovered no time on our sailing trip also and I want to get back to that feeling, even here at home. And talking about the night watches which are so incredible and go down in brain history as memorable, at least for me. Congratulations for making it come true for you all. I love following you all down the coast. Katja Svendsen (ranger 33)

Comments are closed.

Go top