I’m finally back in town. My laptop is ready. I have tons of pictures and ideas. So why do I have trouble getting a blog posted? I’ve pondered this for a while…at first I thought it was that I was intimidated by, and didn’t understand the technical process well. But then I got that down, and I still have trouble sitting down and just DOING it. I’m perfectly capable of just avoiding thinking about it for days, or longer. And felt tremendous guilt about it. And then I stumbled across an article on Gwenyth Paltrow’s GOOP about perfectionism…and how it can limit our potential. That feeling of I’m not good enough. The author Peter Crone, says “the self-sabotaging actions and uncanny mirroring of circumstances in life that provide perfect evidence to support the belief about ourselves“. How we must learn to accept ourselves where we are….that everything doesn’t have to be perfect. Because it will never be. And then move forward. And I realized that feeling was really holding me back from being more productive in this space….the fear that it somehow isn’t good enough. That I’m not. And just realizing that in itself was helpful in restarting my efforts. If you suffer from the same self limiting thought patterns, read the article!!
If you follow me on instagram, and I hope you do… I post there almost everyday(@donnahamiltontv)…you know I was on a week long boat trip up the Intercoastal Waterway…from Jacksonville FL to Charleston SC. Eating(mostly) and sleeping (totally) on the boat. I’ll be honest, I almost didn’t go on this trip because the idea of being on a 34 foot boat with 2 other people seemed like a pretty confined space.
Living and cooking on a 34 foot Minorca boat (moi was the chef – of sorts) was… interesting. The galley is petite…very…a wee little cooktop… you had to move the coffee maker (one of life’s true necessities), a tiny fridge (picture what you might have had in a college dorm). SO, you had to plan ahead and haul on board ONLY what you would use. None of the usual shopping patterns we normally fall victim to, like…. oh maybe… one night… we’ll enjoy that big chunk of cheese. No. What would you actually need and eat… just that week? Challenging concept for most of us. The picture above was the most ambitious thing I made…sautéed shrimp in olive oil and garlic, with a green salad and some bread to mop up the garlic oil. I was damn proud of it- you would be too if you saw the tiny pot I cooked them in!
There was a shower of sorts onboard, but we tried to wait until we were docked at a marina to use a real shower, rather than the little curtain you drew around oneself on the boat. Though I did that a couple of times…the temps were so hot sometimes I just had to have a rinse before bed. Had. To. Have.
The toilet was…present and accounted for. And that’s a good thing…no, a great thing. I just wish I had discovered the Chlorox Cleanup earlier in the week. You catch my drift. Poo-Poopourri (and I’m a BIG fan btw), could only do so much.
But the scenery was absolutely amazing. That alone made up for any little discomforts onboard. I mean you’re just moving along…seeing lush, bright green marshes and beautifully plumed marsh birds on both sides. And when civilization intruded…it was usually some killer houses around Savannah, Beaufort and Charleston… and the storms we witnessed, sometimes with a bit of terror, were also things of incredible beauty. To watch the rain sweep across the water as it approached, like a grey curtain, was breathtaking. I could just sit and watch the changing pictures outside the window for hours.
And sometimes I did….if I wasn’t cooking, reading, or piloting. And yes, I was entrusted with the driving (is that the wrong term on a boat?) but the expert was never far away. I kept my eyes on three things…the horizon ahead, the dotted line that charted the course on the gps, and the depth finder. If that little sucker showed five feet…throttle back immediately. And as there’s not nearly as much dredging of the waterway these days…so there area some really dodgy, shallow bits. Running aground was not the desired outcome(bad pilot).
But I’ve checked something off the list of things to do before I die….maybe two things. Boat up the ICW, and learn not to let perfectionism hold me back. Like to share what might be top of your list in comments below? Thanks for stopping by, and don’t be a stranger!