Today I witnessed an amusing spectacle of very small sailing boats becalmed at Little Manly. A sailing “school” I assumed as they floundered on the spot and their sailors yelled and laughed at each other. They capsized multiple times into the mirror finish water. What fun but how frustrating to be going nowhere. One boat was amusingly named Breaking Wind.
Going nowhere describes how I feel when I’m depressed. Capsizing yes. Yelling yes. Laughing no. It’s hard bloody yakka treading water going nowhere, silently screaming…when will I get better.
Fortunately, despite my constant misgivings I always get better. Thank goodness!
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