For anyone who thought I was joking about working on a lobster boat this summer, I have news for you: I was not. Ive kept quiet about it the past few days because I wasnt sure which way the scales were going to tip, but I simply cannot contain my excitement for one more minute. Im driving up to Maine tomorrow to meet Lobsterman Matt for a chat, and the plan is Ill go out lobstering with him on Tuesday morning. Im strong and I usually make up for whatever I lack with fierce determination. That said: Im not sure Ill know if I can or cant swing 85 lb. traps full of lobsters over the rail all day until Ive actually done it. But Im going to try like hell. But this I DO know: I came home from my awesome month in Spain and Portugal tired and at a loss for what happens next. If I wasnt so in love with Luckydog Id be Spains newest massage therapist, but that will remain on the back burner for a bit. With Spain off the menu, I dug deep and asked myself those hard questions: where do I want to be? what do I want to do with my time? what do I need right now? And then I inserted some patience though Im far from blessed in that department. I talked to my mother, because although weve completed the hard part of our project, I wasnt sure about leaving her with the house remodel well underway but not quite completed. She said it was okay for me to go. We sat on the beach in Rockaway, and just watched the waves for a bit. My mother asked if I thought all the boats we could see offshore were fishing boats and I said absolutely. The breeze off the ocean was amazing, there wasnt a cloud in the sky, and and it was about 70 degrees. It didnt feel like NYC in June, and all I could think about was Maine, and my love affair with the state that started years ago, but got bigtime hot-and-heavy last summer. Its a tough place to make a living, and if Id had some forethought Id have transferred my massage license back in April. I wasnt quite sure how to make Maine happen, but decided I could start by checking craigslist for jobs. And thats when I saw the sternwoman position. Matt had posted it just 40 minutes prior, right about the time my mother and I started our conversation. Id never have dreamed that at forty-years-old someone would be willing to train me for lobstering, but this is exactly what has happened. Perhaps I manifested it just by identifying and then thinking about what I wanted. I also ate lobster for 40 days in a row last summer, and Im fairly certain theres some good karma at play here. Even better than THIS excitement is that if it doesnt work out with Lobsterman Matt I have a backup plan AND a possibility for the fall. Hello, Maine, here I come. (P.S. Matt just texted to say hes look forward to having me on the boat and text me if you encounter any trouble you cant handle on the way up.) I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 20:42:11 +0000
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