Despite the “unbelievable” history stories, I have always been honest about my feelings as I know many of you have. It’s one of the best parts of doing this for over 11 years. And I find my joy writing a story is finding the truth in something. But an interesting emotion has taken over my spirit this past week. Indifference. I am done with my wonderful boats. Not done done! But done for the year. I just look at the boats and think, naaa, I am not even going to uncover you this weekend. The ritual of cleaning up and putting the cover back on isnt worth the 10 minute ride? Which is an odd feeling. Hey I am confessing a truth here. I LOVE MY BOATS, but just done.
Is it the coldness in the air? The other things in my life that need attention? is this normal? I kinda feel this way every year. But also feel guilty for feeling this way. Is it a problem that I just want to clean out the flower beds and rake leaves? Okay, that’s a problem. Am I alone in my feelings? Is this normal? Is there a couples therapist that specializes in Boat relation…ships?