I lost my job.

I'm a bit bummed out. I liked this ship. I liked my shipmates. I liked the cargoes. I liked the ports. I wasn't ready to move on yet.

Such is the life of a sailor. Ships come and ships go.

This particular ship will now have a foreign crew and my shipmates and I will look for a new ship.

I can't say it's a big surprise - the writing was on the wall - we were having trouble competing in with foreign freight rates.

I'm summoning my mettle. I'm trusting the universes judgement - that it's time for me to do new things. I'm perfecting my resume. I'm taking deep breaths.

I'm adjusting my sails.