My wife, who had never sailed or lived on a boat in her life, let me coerce her, around the seventh year of our marriage to live aboard a 41' sailboat.
Good first step.
We didn't cruise, we had payments to make. But we took advantage of vacations, used the boat whenever we could, and she learned to sail. (I might have learned a thing or two also).
I think she may have even fell in love a little. With sailing....She was already crazy about me.
Eight years of payments later, we sold the 41 footer and put the money into a smaller boat which we could pay off.
My wife, having never sailed off shore for any length of time, agreed to sail with me to Florida.
Pretty good next step.
We sail to Florida. We're cruising. It was a life changing experience.
We stop in Florida. I'm going to get a job, work for a year or so and buy some new stuff for the boat. Then we'd K.O.S.
Next thing I know, we have a house, a business. and we're going to church every Sunday.
I started feeling trapped. I started resenting my life.
What I was failing to consider was just how much my wife had been willing to give up for me.
It didn't register how much she had changed her priorities so that I could achieve my dream.
So, it was my turn.
I settled in to a land based existence again. I started assuming the mantle of responsibility that was rightfully mine.
And someday when the time is right, I'll be cruising again.
The boat is paid off and seaworthy.
Everything in it's time. Don't keep score.
