If I really believed that I have everything I need, what would I do next?

YES, my own Mom, RIP, grew up in Canton, N. C. near Asheville so we would make that trip often from our childhood hometown, Reidsville, N. C. It is dear to me still! We are not far , about 3 hours from our farm, taking I-40W. Our farmhouse is 9 mi. w. of Chapel Hill. I do love the water, as well, and was happy to see your photos, sending still prayers for your healing and comfort. It was like coming to home when I began writing here again, and seeing you after months being away, it felt like picking up where we left off though much has happened to us all, I love this groups so much- safely writing, and friending people online is something I enjoy. Anyway, joy, I remembered your then-upcoming surgery. Loved the photo,it was great! I am a mountain and landlubber by birth, married my husband who is a coastal native, sailor and surfer, from Jacksonville, N. C., he was an under-grad. @ UNC-W N. C. We met when he was in his last year earning his MSW, UNC-Chapel Hill. A sailboat with our later young family aboard was a consistent passion and part of life. I always did and still treasure that time now , with our kids, their friends, when young as well as still now with them as adult-kids, on any or most available vacations. It did not really matter which of the stepping stones of 3 boats we were aboard. Each one was a bit longer, easier to keep under balance, offering more space for speed outside or below, for sleeping and living. We, mainly Jim, learned to handle them with many passages aboard, then every five or ten yrs. we felt ready for a bit larger boat to accommodate our desired longer trips.. There is a consistent pattern though we look at dozens sometimes, of choosing older-built classic sailboats but that are in tremendous shape because an owner, or more than one, took care of it. Now we are often taking daytrips and longer, on our 42′ S. V. Shamrock , of a noble older type my husband could tell in detail about. We looked at her a few years across the creek in her slip from our’s, knew the owner who was always working aboard, and he eventually decided to sell her. It was meant to be. She is one of perhaps 2,000 or less of this model built , made in the ’70’s and has circumnavigated the globe w/ her previous owner.
The Shamrock is 2 1/2 hrs. from the farm along the ICW near our beach (home for sell). I love now being in-between the coast, and our family’s farm of 25 years, where we are setting up house again now. I loved living in the Blue Ridge Mountains, during my college years, working during summers and an in-between year when I needed time off to be decided and committed to my major.
I was surprised on a weekend trip to Asheville last year, to see the amount of roads, out-lying towns, around Asheville, as well as Boone and Blowing Rock which means highly developed in just the last 10-20 years. Still, you find the same streets with the history originally learned, and will always find an amazing downtown center, which draws creative people, artists – including as you know- photographers, and musicians all who seem to have always been drawn there. There are now more yogis, healers, spiritual and religious centers that have historically called this area home.
We are more comfortable now knowing that home is where our pillows lie, especially if tucked in anchorages along our coastline where the sea turtles are spotted as they swim to the surface and take an audible breath with the sunrise, and wild ponies are seen on the more-inland islands near Beaufort, N. C. place. The few passages we have also taken to Charleston, S. C. have been equally as incredible.
Please do write about where you do the rowing! I know that it would be forbidden for me to take out my kayak, so this morning’s gratitude is for the many things I can experience, leaving the blue water sailing to others, sailing along the calmer waters, though look forward to traveling and perhaps being an on-boat-docks yoga instructor before too long, as I practice here in N. C. My back’s “issues”,( as we call it in yoga where all things are positive and possible), are different than yours’ and I so am wishing you a speedy recovery and that you are able to one day return to what you love about your life in any form or fashion.
It will always be a wonderful experience for you whether along the docks, riding along, or rowing your way when you are able to! THAT will be a photo to post! Namaste’