On Letting Go

And how to avoid the monkey trap

I sit on the boat I’ve called home, and it rocks me gently. I’m chilling on the back deck of the 1986 Californian Trawler where I have enjoyed stellar sunsets and glorious walks for the past 2.5 months. This phase of life is coming to an abrupt end as the clock loses an hour, as the rain starts to drizzle, and as the days start to fade into black, fast…