I was sitting on my front porch last evening, watching the sailboats drift along the river. How peaceful it looked from where I was sitting.
I don’t imagine that I’ll ever own a sailboat. It doesn’t seem like my thing. But I wouldn’t mind having something else to putt around the water on. And no, not a dingy! Ofcourse, I can’t swim, so I’d better look at rectifying that first!
The dream is still that little place on the water. Lake, river, ocean… doesn’t matter. The picture is firmly planted in my head of what the end result is. It’s just a matter of taking the steps to make it a reality.
How bad do you really want it?