Counting our Blessings

As we sit here on anchor at Sylvia Lake in Fort Lauderdale Fl., waiting on the arrival of a major storm, we count our blessings.  I tend to do this daily as it helps with the adjustment to boat life.  I am thankful that we did this.  I am thankful we did this.  I am thankful we did this.  My mantra.  It has to be as there are an overwhelming amount of tasks that require attention.  Not that I mean to go ‘too dark’ but this is Dark Angel after all.  Let’s get into it.  This life is a ‘do-over’.  I achieved a typical desired lifestyle that i was forced to abandon due to the economic destruction of my profession over the past few years and try to direct it toward something equally desirable.  I had the nice home and was house proud.  Had the pool, big yard and nice neighborhood but was forced to look to a different lifestyle.  It took 3 years of planning and sacrifice to get here and yet its remains an emotional struggle along with missing friends, family and routine.  This toll showed up as a doozy of a nightmare last night and most likely has something to do with this dark blog.  The core of this nightmare focused on my loss of Dark Angel and the ability to return to the Bahamas.  So, I do listen to my inner voice.  The goal is to go back to the Bahamas, that is what my soul cries out for.