I was on a short cruise last week...encountered rougher weather than one would expect in February...and while waiting for an elevator on my last night...which is a scheduled activity on many a cruise..."waiting for an elevator at 6pm"...I saw a dad with his little daughter...she must have been about 4...cute as a button twirling her sundress...he joked with her asking "I hope you have your sea legs"...to which she replied incredulously..."Dad...I don't have sea legs"...it got me thinking about rocking ships...and wobbly legs...and life...our journeys are never all smooth sailing...we all, on many occasions, want to run to a muster station and abandon ship...it's our ability to get those sea legs...a sense of balance and serenity...and tenacity to move forward...that steers us through life...and adversity...and so, as I thought about my imminent departure...and eventual Monday morning and a huge "to do" list...I was hoping for a strong gait...buoyed by memories of soft winds...sunny baby blue skies...giving me a renewed sense of purpose...but just in case...I'll hang on to that Dramamine...
