It has been a long week and now it is all over. I had no time whatsoever to write up the last day of the yacht master prep, and it passed by in a blur, but take it from me, it was a busy day!
Alan was wonderful, kept us both cheery and tried to instill confidence in us. Tim seemed to need very little of this and he was either looking very cool but paddling like mad underneath or he was just plain cool! On the other hand, my stomach was a ball of lead, my head was stuffed full of facts and figures and whirring, my legs were shaking, my hands were quivering, and I’m not at all sure I had any other bodily parts to think about!
Well, suffice to say, I had a bad day at the office on the day that really mattered, and it was a case of “I’m a midwife, get me out of here”!
All instructors had told me I was well capable of passing the yacht master exam, including Alan, and he should know, as he is an examiner himself! However, although they all had faith in me, I just didn’t have faith in myself. Yes, I would like to blame it on the fact that it was blowing a hoolie when it was my turn to strut my stuff on the helm, or the fact that we were given a very inexperienced crew at the very last minute who didnt know his sheets from his windlass, or maybe even my hormones, but the plain fact is, once I made my first mistake (for there were many!) my confidence fell into my boots and I turned from a good yacht master candidate into an incompetent crew within minutes!
They say all things happen for a reason, and at the moment I’m struggling to find out what that is right now – any suggestions?
Enough for now, its very late, and I need to go and lick my wounds for a while, please call back later!
Goodnight!
