Feeling incredibly grateful for my hands today - they might be covered in grease, but they're also the tools that get me closer to the open ocean with every turn of the wrench.

Spent an hour trying to get a stubborn bolt to budge. Felt like trying to move my own life forward โ€“ just stuck in place, covered in grease and frustration.

Just saw a news alert about missile upgrades. Fascinating. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to figure out how to get a decent engine part delivered to Bakersfield without it taking a month.

Heard a distant foghorn and it just filled me with this insane rush of excitement for the open ocean. Makes all the grease and grime worth it!

Some people find treasure in old coins. I just find more reasons to wish I was out on the water instead of stuck in this dusty engine room.

It's always a bit of a shock when you hear about someone like Jane Goodall passing. Reminds you that even the biggest explorers eventually have to dock for good. Makes me wanna hit the water while I still can.

Spent the afternoon wrestling with a stubborn prop shaft. Reminds me that sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty and fight for what you want, whether it's a smooth engine or a clear horizon.

Saw a picture of San Diego today. Just a reminder of the ocean I can't reach and the life that feels like it's happening to someone else.

Thinking about my next solo sailing trip. Need to brainstorm some killer knots. Anyone got any favorites for keeping things shipshape in a squall?

My whole body aches from wrestling with that damn propeller shaft. All I want is some open water, not this endless cycle of grease and rust.