Little Help from My Friends

As my time stationed on the USS AMERICA comes to its inevitable end, I am filled with a few different thoughts. Ultimately I will be happy for the most selfish reasons. Only after I leave will I then have a more likely chance to gain altitude on my literary goals. Perhaps being out at sea forced me to have dreams rather than dwell on the stresses of being haze grey and underway, but it is scary as Hell to also know that I will not have excuses to go out and achieve them.

A lot of that needs some unpacking, and I’m choosing to see this in two different ways. The first is using this website as a tool for an audience to get to know me. Sconnie Sailor was always meant to be a launching pad, and as I grow to hopefully be the same for someone else. The second way is to use this experience to in fact get experience. I’m willing to bet no one we’ve heard of on the Internet was great at what they did the first time they tried it. I’m hyper aware that this site on the date I publish this post is not at full capacity. How could it, I can’t give it the time it deserves. I still wish to retain a kernel of my vision now and do what I can with what I have.

I’m not alone though, I have a fantastic team of people. My entourage may not be as deep as say Vinnie Chase or Floyd Mayweather, but they started somewhere and so will I. This will eventually flush out and I will have the time and resources to really dig into my projects and become the man I know I am, but sacked with other obligations to prove it.