Nothing goes according to the plan
Sometimes we embark in ventures and projects with a clear idea of our goals, a defined timeline to respect and the necessary resources.
We put in our best good will and hardworking ethic, because we really want to make it happen. Of course, it doesn’t go as imagined, but we correct our actions to still make it to the arrival.
That’s how I approached sailing life, at the beginning.
Then the unexpected struck.
Sometimes it’s truly the work of fate, other times it’s a miscalculation we made, something we forgot to take into account, a costly mistake.
When it depends on external factors we tend to be more proactive or forgiving, but if the fault is ours, we get mad at ourselves.
At least this is what I do.
A friend of mine returned a call after few weeks. He was abroad for work but The Immigration Services called him back for an interview to renew his green card.
All of the sudden I remembered that I too am expected to be interviewed again sometimes next winter. I forgot about that.
I immediately realized that our much dreamed Caribbean sailing was at risk, because I am supposed to fill a very long and complicated form with data I already submitted, return in front of an officer after two years on a yet not defined date, bring the same evidence that my marriage is as lawful as two years before, pay another expensive fee, have my biometric taken for the second time on a not yet defined date to make sure I did not incur in genetic mutations. And pay a separate fee for it.
That made me sad first, then mad, then depressed again. Last night I had a dream that I was sailing to Scotland in winter. Is my subconscious telling me that am bound to an uncomfortable future ? Why is sailing life surrounded by uncertainty?
Going to the Caribbean anyway and wait to be summoned at will could be very expensive and risky.
If we miss the interview then they may revoke my status. Staying in the US for another winter it’s definitely more expensive, not counting that we already visited this coast twice.
The mindset of setting sail from this known coast to less known horizons was the fuel that propelled our journey to sailing life, the essence of our efforts.
Events out of our controls had already delayed/modified the plan in the past, for the best, to be honest. The frustration of things not going according to the plan is something that I already know and I learned how to cope with.
Still, it hurts.
And still, having to modify the plans again will bring a new path.
Every fork on the road opens up a new universe of opportunities. What is waiting behind the corner of this not wanted plan?
So while we prepare for this umpteenth encounter with the bureaucrats and modify our route once again, we ask ourselves: what fantastic opportunities are in front of us?
