I lost my job.
I'm a bit bummed out. I liked this ship. I liked my shipmates. I liked the cargoes. I liked the ports. I wasn't ready to move on yet.
Such is the life of a sailor. Ships come and ships go.
This particular ship will now have a foreign crew and my shipmates and I will look for a new ship.
I can't say it's a big surprise - the writing was on the wall - we were having trouble competing in with foreign freight rates.
I'm summoning my mettle. I'm trusting the universes judgement - that it's time for me to do new things. I'm perfecting my resume. I'm taking deep breaths.
I'm adjusting my sails.