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August 28, 2014 by Sarah Joslyn 8 Comments

IMG_7952I need to be dressed and headed out the door to work in 5 short hours and I am nowhere near the point of falling asleep. ( The seven people who actually read this blog will know that my sleeplessness always leads to blogging rants, meltdowns and word vomit—I’m sorry, friends. )

It’s nearly September—the time when anxiety and stress settle heavy on my shoulders like the wool coat I’ll be digging out of the closet soon.

After scanning old blog posts I discovered a sad little pattern in my world: I always have a career/faith/family crisis in September. Okay crisis is a bit dramatic. Mostly I just find myself trudging along with too many commitments and looking for a good place to nap and a new city so I can be anonymous.

Last September I blogged that I was on the cusp of something new, right at the edge of something big happening in my world. I was just starting a new job and digging down deep to establish roots for the first time in my life. But I also knew something was coming.

I wish I could tell you it has arrived.

It hasn’t.

For the past year my ship has gently knocked against the dock—feeling an intense urge to set sail, but still waiting for coordinates. It’s frustrating to sit in a moored boat for an ENTIRE YEAR. 

It hasn’t been a dull year. Big things have happened since last September. I traveled to six different states for work and for play. I met a kindred spirit who quickly became one of my best friends. I met a bearded babe who (maybe too quickly) became my boyfriend. I bought the foundation of my future tiny house on wheels. I picked up more freelance gigs than I have in any other year.

I have an offer for a job in a faraway land, a long-distance love and a garage full of building supplies.

These are big things.

But they still aren’t THE thing that is tugging at me and begging me to untie my little boat. I am SO. DAMN. CLOSE. to touching whatever it is I’m reaching out for. So close. But still my boat is docked. Here I am after midnight in the same room I sat in last year, with the same job and the same questions about what to do with myself and how to have patience while I prep my boat to sail.

It’s 1 a.m. and I don’t care—screaming still helps.

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  1. Sandy Hay says

    August 28, 2014 at 1:20 pm

    Oh Sarah..how you write for all of us, the words that float around in our heads. Thank you for the boldness we seem to lack !!!!!

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    • Sarah Joslyn says

      August 28, 2014 at 4:44 pm

      Oh Sandy, it’s so good to hear that these wild thoughts resonate with my friends too. Doesn’t it just feel like you’re the only one stuck waiting sometimes?

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      • Sandy Hay says

        August 29, 2014 at 10:52 pm

        Oh YES Sarah…but the older I get the less time it takes to realize that’s a lie 🙂

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  2. Meagan Maki says

    August 28, 2014 at 4:20 pm

    The way you write is so perfect and so like your regular voice. I remember your post last year and chatting about big things last year in coffee shops, and though you might not know what that big thing is yet… you are living one if the coolest lives I know! Also pretend that I wrote this as Meagan Ruff. 🙂

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    • Sarah Joslyn says

      August 28, 2014 at 4:45 pm

      Meg, you are the best. And also, sometimes I think I would trade this exciting life for boring and simple. Only sometimes…like every August/September. Ha ha.

      But seriously, you are the best.

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  3. Morag Renfro says

    August 29, 2014 at 3:30 am

    Me too! We’re still cramped in a cluttered two bedroom apartment but at least I finally got a job. So hard to keep on waiting. But as I got in the Disney movie quiz, “just keep swimming, just keep swimming”…

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    • Sarah Joslyn says

      August 29, 2014 at 3:32 am

      Just keep swimming. That might have to be my next tattoo. Le sigh.

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  4. Anne-Marie says

    August 29, 2014 at 7:06 am

    Same season, different boat, but I get you. Here’s to perhaps a dinner cruise soon, even if your boat doesn’t get to it’s next big port? Sorry you are still waiting. Not always so very fun.

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