So I went to yet another open day for maritime careers. I am starting to feel more positive and confident about potentially career-changing in the field. And yet there is a rightness to it all. I am still bewildered but I am less confused and think I am having a mid-life crisis. Everyone in Portsmouth understood my love of the sea. Maths is a sticking point but I am probably able to do the course.
Can I live at sea? I got a taste of the hardship - but only a taste - when I was on the Prolific. Actually, if anything going to the maritime school helped me process the short trip on the Prolific. So the next course of action is to go to a real-life open day and see how that works out.
I am sad that it has taken me 36/37 years to get back in touch with my maritime roots, but hey, this is life. We have to go on the journey. I don't know why I stopped with my passion for the sea other than perhaps it wasn't right for me at the time.
Certainly having sea love come back up is very impractical. The sudden urge to be in a boat is even more impractical. But here we are- several months after the rediscover, I got onto a boat.
Anything is possible- let's keep exploring.
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