October 27, is my reset day, my year zero, my Independence Day. From that point, some years ago, my life became set on a differing trajectory. It was a day where the disaster of another freed me to pursue a life free from fear, free from squalor. Free to follow a path of my choosing in the general direction of happiness.
You are waiting for me to be less vague, and give details of the tragedy. Well I won't. Just the same as no one else observes October 27 as my Independence Day. I observe it solemnly myself. I use it as another marker on life's journey as I enter the second half of it. I reset the mileage.
So with you not knowing what I am necessarily on about, and me staring out the window at those mountains interrupting the turquoise still waters of Lynn Canal. I grab my $1.50 coffee, I toast myself not in celebration - but in recognition that I am alive and well and free in the pursuit of happiness.
Happy sailing!
