It was July 6th, 2015, 2 pm. I drove to the beach and sat in my car for quite sometime. After taking in the magnitude of what I had just done, I dialed both my parents. Dad of course never worried, he thought I was indestructible, like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix, (he actually said that) and figured I would be fine. Mom never overreacted, but she definitely worried.
Throughout my life, when there was something I wanted to do, it would only be a matter of time before I made it happen. They weren’t always the best decisions either. I would follow a boyfriend to one town, then run from a different boy to another town. Often I would move for a job, or have no job at all, just an a photo of somewhere awesome I wanted to live. If there was too much thought put into it, I would talk myself out of it. That’s how I made it from Indiana, to Illinois, Georgia, Orlando, Tampa, Fort Lauderdale and Sint Maarten. Usually with only a few bucks in my pocket and a dumb idea.
The weekend before becoming unemployed, I had worked with a yacht owner recommended to me by a mutual friend. 4-day charters in a row as a Stewardess on a 100 foot motor yacht was quite the payday. Mr. boat owner specifically told me not to quit my day job because there was no guarantee he could keep me busy. It was summer time in South Florida, the slowest time of the year for yacht charters. But of course, I didn’t listen.
My second stop that afternoon was to Blondie’s beach bar! Not really smart to spend money when you don’t have a job, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I would have to start networking fast in order to drum up some business, but it could wait one day and Fort Lauderdale has some really fun bars. In that town, no matter what time it was, there was always someone to have a drink with and talk your worries away!