[Excerpt from Adam’s diary after 3 weeks of storms, two broken oars, and a shorted wind generator. Cold, wet and slow, the crew morale was at an all-time low. Weather changed two days later, bringing a much needed infusion of hope.]
It amazes me how much time I spend on this boat thinking about the time I will get off the boat, thinking about the events that will occur post-row. Thinking of meeting Jefferson and Becca on the beach brings a lump in my throat and water to my eyes. 23 days into the journey and Miami feels so far away.
I prepped myself for this journey with a simple mantra: “Enjoy Every Moment.“ Sigh. Thrilled enjoyment is not possible right now. Acceptance and tolerance seem more manageable this moment. I can tolerate this, I suppose. I’m okay not being okay.