Decision Time, Part Deux

In picking up where I left off with my very first entry, “Decision Time”, I will take a moment to give a little update.  So, recap, my Captain is leaving, and a new Captain is starting next week.  The crew is in upheaval; many have quit in this last week, leaving only 4 out of 10 crew remaining.  I am one of the four.

So, one of four remaining.  What will I do?  It’s hard to say.  It depends on what this new Captain is like, and the new crew.  Do I really have the energy to start all over again, staying on the same boat, but working and living with a whole new crew??  Eiy-yei-yei!  It’s a tall order, but thus is yachting.  Your entire life as you know it can be turned on its head on a moments notice.

Ok, time to consider the options:

One, stay aboard, and hope that the new crew is wonderful.  Because the crew makes or breaks a boat, and I have been so very fortunate these past few months to have had an amazing, beautiful crew. 

Two, hope and pray that the elusive purser position that I have been chasing after for ages, magically appears.  A purser is a position aboard a boat that is responsible for all accounts, documents, oversees the interior crew, etc., and it is an extremely rare position to find.  Actually sighting a purser position is quite rare, and many would have me believe a "Purser" is no more than a mythical creature, such as a leprechaun or centaur.  But I believe.  In fact, I just saw a posting last week, and I applied.  Fingers and toes crossed. 

I would LOVE to be a purser because I could still live my adventurous life, traveling by sea, while using my smarts, rather than my brawn ;)  And to make the deal even sweeter, I have applied for a rotation position- a few months on, a few months off.  That would be incredible, because then I could pursue my true dreams in my off months.

What are my true dreams?  That would be option three, and that is a whole other can of worms, which I promise I will open up for all of you soon (all two of you who read this ;)).  For now, I am not going to fret, because I know everything will happen as it should, when it should.  I patiently (actually quite impatiently, but outwardly trying my darndest to be patient) await the right opportunity for me.

For now, I am thankful that I still have my job, to have a cozy (cramped, some would say) place to call home, and to always be fortunate enough to be surrounded by friends wherever I go.  And I know that whatever does happen, I will be all right.