At 5:15 AM on Monday, I cast off — not just from Wismar, but from warmth, from comfort, from the illusion of ease.
The sky hung low — heavy, metallic.
The sea stretched out in silence, grey on grey, with no promise of clarity.
Wind lashed my face. Salt stung my eyes.
Seagulls wheeled above like omens.
No breakfast. No coffee. Just purpose — raw and unfiltered.
I sailed toward the distant harbour.
Not because it was inviting, but because it was necessary.
Because sometimes, just getting to the starting line demands everything you have.
The desk that waited was not the goal.
It was the symbol.
The stand-in for duty.
The place where action meets intention, and showing up means something.
Discipline isn’t glamour.
It’s not loud.
It doesn’t glow.
It’s cold rain at dawn.
It’s grey water.
It’s a solitary sail to nowhere — until it becomes somewhere.
And it’s doing it anyway, because the work deserves it.
#Discipline #Duty #StartStrong #GreySkyLeadership #MomentumInSolitude #PurposeDriven #NoShortcuts #MetaphorMadeReal
BUT: This is not linkedin. Yes, it was a bit cool and rainy, but what a way to start a day by taking a quick sail across the bay before having to go to the office?
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