When I was younger, maybe 9 or 10 or 11, I used to lay awake in my room at night looking out the window where the moonlight would pour in from a clear country night sky.
I’d lay there, much like I still do today, and likely will for much of my life to come, and allow all those night-time thoughts to drift in and out of my mind. Some of them I’d spend more time thinking about than others, but when it was time for one to drift on and another to take its place- well that was just fine with me.
At some point I’d start wishing for sleep. I would grow tired of all the thoughts and just wanted to rest so I’d have energy for whatever adventure tomorrow morning would bring- ’cause as a kid every next day is an adventure.
But sometimes I just couldn’t seem to clear my head enough to drift off when I wanted to. It was on one of these nights that I came up with my own little way of filling my head with enough peace to fall asleep.
I imagined my house was a ship on the ocean, and that my room upstairs was my own private cabin on board. I’d think about how my mom and dad had their own cabin, my brother his, my sister hers, and I even imagined the dogs outside having their little fenced-in area attached to the ship. Of course, on my imaginary ship the cats had free roam of everyone’s cabin and all the places in between.
But it was this thought of me and my family being out at sea on our own “ship” that would always settle me down to sleep with a smile. It was like as a kid that’s all I ever longed for- my family and adventure. And what could combine the two better than being out on the ocean together!
I suppose now when I think back on it, the things I long for sure haven’t changed a whole lot. At the end of the day I think I’d be real happy just having my own little family to go on adventures with.
There’s a lot of distance I gotta cover on land before I can make it back to that ship though. But hey, that’s part of the adventure and it’ll make the sailing seem a whole lot smoother when I finally take my spot at the helm.