This sculpture was a new installation that I passed on my walk through the Seaport yesterday. I thought it fitting because that's the question I keep asking myself about boat living. Am I happy? It's been a hard question to answer. What I know for sure...is that I am not unhappy. Mostly my struggle is around how strange everything feels. But day by day, the weirdness lessens and room is being made for all sorts of new feelings.
I've long believed that chasing happiness is a fool's errand. Fulfillment is the answer. Seems to me that living on the boat has sparked all kinds of problem-solving endeavors, which leads to fulfillment, which leads to contentment. Who can ask for more?
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