Status: En route/having the time of her life/FREE.
Likely by the time you all read this note, I will be en route to Richmond *bouncebouncebounce* and/or having the time of my life, and/or realizing my own freedom is limited to what I allow myself.
Screw love. Screw money. Screw lack of time. Screw anything that brings me pain.
What matters this week? My boat. My crewmates. Me. Anything beyond that will make me lose my balance.
So as I sit here, rocked by the explosions from the fireworks ricocheting off the skyscrapers around me, I will make a promise to myself for this week.
I will be not necessarily who I am now, but who I want to be. Any and all actions will be the exception of normal for Elan, and not held as blame.
As for all of you, enjoy your week, think of me with a grin, and if you happen to be in Richmond, come say hi!
I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and the singing of it, and for a moment I lost myself--actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky!
-Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night
Screw love. Screw money. Screw lack of time. Screw anything that brings me pain.
What matters this week? My boat. My crewmates. Me. Anything beyond that will make me lose my balance.
So as I sit here, rocked by the explosions from the fireworks ricocheting off the skyscrapers around me, I will make a promise to myself for this week.
I will be not necessarily who I am now, but who I want to be. Any and all actions will be the exception of normal for Elan, and not held as blame.
As for all of you, enjoy your week, think of me with a grin, and if you happen to be in Richmond, come say hi!
I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and the singing of it, and for a moment I lost myself--actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky!
-Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night