We believed, we fought for it, and now we live! We jumped over every hurdle they threw at us. Our determined spirit was flexed but not splintered. Friday the 13th we closed on our future. On Gypsy Soul we don’t need a reason to celebrate but we throw a little more glitter every Friday the 13th.
November 21st, with white knuckles we pulled out of harbor and turned south for the first time. It had been a long time since Captain VooDoo had sailed a 41 foot vessel. We slowly navigated the channel into the bay with ease.
When we reached the bay I took the helm. As I stood behind the wheel I felt the shear magnitude of our future, the endless possibilities ahead.