Wanna Be My Blog Friend?

I say this all the time but, I'll say it again:  This.Blog.Has.Changed.My.Life. Just typing those words makes me feel a little dramatic but the end result is the same, this sweet little blog o' mine has continuously brought me happiness.  True, unadulterated happiness.

I'm so happy my family has somewhere to come looking for me.  I'm gone so often and even when I'm home I am rarely where I'm supposed to be.  Now, everyone can see what I have for breakfast when I'm on a road trip or what my morning clouds looked like at sea.  It's glorious.

I'm so happy that I can share photos.  I can't tell you how often I go back and look at archives so I can look at a set of photos or, how happy I get when I scroll back in time and happen upon things like monkeys in Gibraltar.  I mean, talk about having no choice but smiling.

I'm so happy that I have a reason to write.  I used to love keeping journals when I was a kid.  I'd sit in the yard and write poems and pretend to be deep....yes, I was totally that kid.  Now, I have a place to write that's all grown up and pretty.  Happy.

I'm so happy that I have to look for the good in my days.  When I write a cranky post it's nice to be indulged of course but, I can always rely on my Nautie Friends to say, 'enough of that now!'.

Okay, you get it....I like the blog....and it makes me happy.

There's just one thing.  I don't have any blog friends.

None of my friends blog.  In fact, some of my Besties think I'm a crazy lady who broadcasts her feelings for the internet....what a weirdo.

Here's something I bet ya didn't know about me.  I'm a little shy.  I don't make friends super easy.  I do just find in social situations but, I'm a teensy bit stand-offish at first.  Even if I really like you I'll be a bit aloof.

Do you know what this means in the interwebz?  I'm incredibly akward.

Twitter kills me.  I hate commenting on people's blogs even when I loved the post.

Where the eff am I going with this?

I decided to change things up.  I want blog friends so I'm going to go freakin' find some....and I'm going to do my best to not seem creepy while doing it.

I did something major.  I signed up for Bloggers In Sin City.  Nautie Friends, I feel like a totally ball-sy badass for signing up for this thing.  I know!

I'm so freakin' excited.

Oh Boy.

We were homeward bound.  We had taken the last of the bunkers...we heaved anchor....we were headed for the Suez Canal...and then the Satellite Phone rang. We turned around and are anchoring awaiting orders.  Apparently, there is a potential cargo back in the Persian Gulf.

Oh Boy.

This is the life of a tramp vessel.  I get it.  I do.  It was exciting to feel like we were homeward bound...even if it only lasted for a day.  Who knows, maybe the cargo won't pan out.

In the meantime, daily onboard life chugs along.  Reports to be sent, jobs on deck to get done, ordering supplies for a stateside re-stock....breakfast, lunch and dinner!

I'm trying to survive life without my iPhone.  I've realized exactly how many photos I'd been taking on my phone and how few with Big Bertha.  I tried to find 20 photos to post....and couldn't.  Sad, sad days.

Here's a photo I took with the Third Mate's camera in the last port.  Yes, it's that desperate around here.

 

The Operation.

Salty Sea Hag

I got an e-mail two days ago that said: 'Ohmygah - love this!!  Megan - you are beautiful and powerful and I am in awe of your bravery!!' 

It majorly made my day but, it got me thinking too.  Am I brave?

(I've also been saying 'ohmygah' every chance I get...)

Do you want to know what my number one fear has been during my years at sea?

I've been scared of turning into a Sea Hag.  

I didn't want to be in my Thirties shipping out single...or shipping out with a failed marriage.  I didn't want to be so socially twisted that I preferred my times at sea to those at home.  I didn't want to be so incredibly crass that my friends were embarassed to invite me places.  I didn't want to be a Sea Hag.

With my 30th birthday looming on the horizon I've been unusually introspective.  Instead of staring out the bridge window and spacing out I've been thinking about life.  I know.  Deep.

All this introspection has led me to write posts about how I meow.  It's also led me to think about where I am and where I want to be.  It's led me to think about being a Sea Hag.

Nautie Friends, I'm here to tell you:  I don't care if I turn into a Sea Hag (or if I already am one).

I like shipping out.  I like being at sea.  I like showing up in random ports and taking pictures of camels.  I like standing on the bridge wing at 0600 sipping coffee with hot cocoa in it.  I like my vacation periods where I can go places and do things.  I like joking around with the Deck Gang about who farted at the morning meeting.  I like my slip on Red Wing boots.  I like when the Deck Gang feels proud about doing a really good job cleaning the Foc'sle and, calls me to come take a look at it.

Do you know what I know now that I didn't know before?

I enjoy those things because I can.  Because I'm thirty (or will be in two months) and I'm single.  I enjoy those things because I'm free to enjoy them.

The dudes and dudettes who have a girl or guy at home...they don't go home and talk about how much they love their jobs.  Know why?  Because it pisses the person at home off.  It specifically pisses The Ladies At Home off.  That's why they go home and talk about how hard it is and about how much they wish they could get a job that pays what this one does shoreside.

Wanna know a secret?  This job is fucking awesome. 

Does it have drawbacks?  Of course.  It's a job.  Yes, when I miss things at home I get bummed.  But, don't you feel bummed when you miss things because you have to work?  It's hard sometimes.  It is physically demanding.  The climate can wear on you (read:  Persian Gulf in the summer or Northern Europe in the winter).  It's hard to make new friends when you're gone all the time and it's also hard to maintain relationships.  But, don't you find that those things are hard in life in general?

There you have it.  I'm a Lady Sailor.  I like to go to sea.  I enjoy the adventure.  I think it's fun to pack up and move on a whim.  I like being a Gypsy with a Nice Car.  I have tattoos.  I swear a lot.  I can discuss West Coast vs Gulf Coast freight rates.  I've had the priviledge of having some awesome shipmates and I've gotten into bar fights with shitty shipmates.  I have peed down the Hawse Pipe.

Mother, I apologize but, it's official.  I'm a Sea Hag.

It's Official.

*Mom, I love you....I hope you still come visit*

 

Almond Milk. Ginger. Happy Tummy.

I've mentioned before that I actually get a little seasick at work.  To be honest, I didn't get queezy very often until I moved over to this ship.  It just moves more. I've already devoted an entire post to mal de mar but, I have an important addition to the seasickness guide!

GINGER.  I know, I said that already.  BUT.  Seriously.  GINGER!

If you go to the Asian Grocer you can get these packets of 'Ginger Drink'.  My Mom used to buy them when I was a kid.

It's basically just Ginger in granule form - add hot water and BOOM!  High potency Ginger Drink!

I normally only use half a packet in a mug because it really packs a punch.

It gets better.

Cream it up like you would coffee or tea but with Almond Milk.

I'm tellin' ya - it's a tummy soother!!!!

(For the record - this will settle your stomach regardless of cause.  A little hungover?  Or maybe you legit have the flu...)

Do you feel like you're about to throw up?

Drink This.

Ginger and Almond Goodness.

My MEOW is 'effin FIERCE.

I have been having a really hard time sitting down and writing lately and, I think it's because I've had something weighing on my mind. I've been asked a lot - I mean I always get asked:  What's it like to be a woman at sea?

My answer is different every single time.

Sometimes I laugh through my response.  Sometimes I'm a little more serious.  Sometimes I barely acknowledge the question was asked.  Sometimes (when I'm with my best girl friends) I'll let my guard down a bit and open up.

Mostly I stick with a standard answer:  the one where I say, 'yes there have been some challenges but I've really never had any issues'.

...and that's mostly true.

I'd like to talk more about being a Lady Sailor but, I really just don't know what to say.

The closer I look at my situation the more I'm convinced that it's really not as different as it seems.

There are days when it's hard and I cry.  There are days when I feel like I'm doing everything alone - I feel completely overwhelmed - I feel like there is no way anyone could possibly understand what it's like.  There are days when I wake up full of energy and feel like I can take on the world.  There are days when I feel so incredibly blessed to live the life I do.  There are days I think I've made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Not so different from any other 30 year old trying to find her way in this crazy world, right?

Here's the thing...

Being a Lady Sailor has irrevocably changed me.  It's shaped who I've become and is currently shaping who I'm becoming.

Between the ages of 22-27 I was the only female sailor on my ship.  For six months a year I'd work solely with men however; I think the greater impact (on myself personally) was that I was completely devoid of female companionship.  Sometimes, I'd go up to three months without seeing another woman.  (I chose those years because I feel those are the ones that affected me most.  I've been the sole female at other ages / times as well.  I should also mention there are times when I've sailed with other women but, thats a different story for a different day.)

How could that not change the way you view the world?  How could that not change how you view male / female relationships?  How could that not change how you view yourself?

The problem is:  being a woman at sea isn't too different from being a man at sea in most regards and certainly, being a woman at sea is no different than a woman pushing herself to try new things and places herself in unchartered waters except, people don't want to hear that.  (Did you like the nautical play on words there?)

It seems like when I get asked The Question people want The Answer.

They want me to say, 'I'm a tough, strong, capable woman.  You should hear me ROAR.  It's loud.  I have a really LOUD ROAR.  Louder than the average Woman's ROAR.  My ROAR is louder than others because I am extraordinarily fierce...because I work with ALL OF THE MEN!'.

They want me to be a feminist.  They want me to believe that women can do anything and be anything.  They want me to tell them that I have to work harder than others.  They want me to tell them that I go out there and kick some sailor butt.

Except, for me personally, those things aren't all true.  I can't (in good conscious) tell them that.

I don't think that I've had to work harder.  I don't have to kick sailor butt.  I think that I'm not more of a feminist than a stay at home mom.  Here's the doozy....I don't think sailing is a good fit for most women.

In fact, most times, my ROAR probably sounds more like a meow and....who the 'eff cares?!

What's it like to be a woman sailor?

It's like you have a job.  It's like you wake up when your alarm goes off and you have to get your ass out of bed.  It's like you're hungry so now you better go get yourself something to eat.  It's like this guy is a dick gosh, it sucks to work with dicks.  It's like I like to paint my toenails pink - so I do.  It's like who the 'eff cares.

I'm going to start talking more about being a lady sailor because it's time.  Because I know now, more than I've ever known before, that being a lady sailor is just another thing to talk about.  Because I know now, that being a lady sailor doesn't have to make you a poster girl for feminism.  Because I know now, that being a lady sailor doesn't have to mean anything I don't want it to.

Because I know now more than I've ever known before that it doesn't matter whether you can ROAR loudly.  Sometimes I meow and it's 'effin fierce.

 

This was one of those posts.  The ones where you can't stop writing but you are super duper nervous about what people will think when they read it....so you don't proofread it and you hit publish anyways.  This was one of those posts where you have to make an italic disclaimer that these thoughts / opinions / feelings are yours alone and should certainly not be confused as anything other than just that - I'm sure there are many, many lady sailors that would totally disagree with everything I've just written.

In 2012...I CHOSE.

I'M PROUD OF MYSELF. There I said it.  It's kind of the ultimate taboo - I mean, really, who says nice things about themselves?!

I rang in 2012 a bit down in the dumps.  I hated my ship, I loved being in Maine but didn't love being in Maine at the same time, I was a smidge lonely even though I was surrounded by amazing people and friends...I just didn't know what to do next.

Then I happened upon the word CHOOSE.  This word changed my life.  I know, I know, that sounds insanely dramatic - but, it's all kinds of true.

Making a choice is not always an easy thing - and for some reason making a choice when you are in a funk is extra tough - I had already selected the word choose but I wasn't actually choosing - then all of a sudden I was - and things got good -really good.

Nautie Friends, I made some tough choices and, there was crying.....a lot of crying.  There were sad goodbyes.  There were a lot of Nicki Minaj rock out moments - When you go hard your nays become yays!  There was a lot of packing.  There were moments of doubt - and insecurities.  There was exhaustion.  (To my family and friends who got phone calls - sometimes at ungodly hours - and had to listen to crying Megan - thank you, thank you, thank you.)

I said goodbye (when it was hard), I quit my job (without another one lined up), I said yes (to a new ship and a Chief Mates position), I learned (a new type of cargo) and, I moved (to Houston, Texas).

AND IT FEELS GOOD

....like, really, really GOOD.

CHOOSE I DID.

When I made it to Houston I drove around - to Ikea, and Target and the grocery store and Target and Ikea- rocking out to Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys - like over and over again.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I blew out one of my speakers because I was rocking out.   (I'm channeling all kinds of Katniss Everdeen these days.)

Oh, she got both feet on the ground And she's burning it down Oh, she got her head in the clouds And she's not backing down This girl is on fire

I feel like I'm exactly where I need to be, doing exactly what I need to be doing.

I'M SO EXCITED.

For the last bit of 2012 I've been feeling guilty - for feeling so good.  I've been a little reticent to share my plans, and my excitement for the future.  It just hasn't felt right when people ask how I'm doing to say, 'I'm doing GREAT!  I'm on FIRE!'.

But, Seriously?!  EFF THAT!

I FEEL GREAT.  I FEEL EXCITED.  I FEEL LIKE I'M ON FIRE.

I wanted to send 2012 off with a bang.  I compiled some of my favorite moments into a bit of a slideshow.  It's unapologetically cheesy.  I almost put the video to this song unfortunately, it was just a little too short.  That being said - I think Ani has it exactly right:  If you're not getting happier as you get older - then you're fucking up.   

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqFPvsXziaY

2012.  YOU WERE AMAZING.

For those new to nautiemermate a little background on the word choose - and my 2011 send off...