Sunday’s

Usually sundays are the days where I can count on having a lot of nice conversations and get no work done in the shipyard at all.

It's the day of the week, where all the men who's boats are surrounding mine, have a day off to spend working on their boats

And being the only solo woman, and on top of that in the young age of 25 years, I magically seem to attract their attention.

So I mostly spend the Sundays laughing with them, sharing boat stories and defending my dream

There is this one guy, let's call him Wolfgang and he must be around 60/70 years old

He's still working, as a psychotherapist with people my age and younger

He makes me smile every Sunday and I can surely count on him coming and telling me just how strong, resilient and courage's I am.

He is possibly the sweetest soul I have encountered in a while.

And even though, I know, he is there wondering why I ain't coming today, and even though I know it would have been a blast to see him today, I am taking a Sunday off.

Because today, I am on my way to see my closest friends.

A tradition. We used to keep it quite closely, we met every Sunday for about 1 or 2 years

Getting all together and sharing about our week

But life became more busy for all of us. So we keep it at the last Sunday of the month now . I am excited to go there. To spend a day, where I won't come home scrubbing diesel off of my body for hours. But coming home, smelling of coffee, my friends and pure joy

Sunday

Always a beautiful day