when you find something better than what you thought you were looking for, it's hard to pass it up

It has, once again, been weeks and weeks since my last writing. Apologies, Ira. :) I am finding it more and more difficult to chain myself to the computer for any length of time to write anything. There is simply so much else that is competing for my attention. Alaska is still grand and I am still blissfully unaffected by homesickness. Although, that makes sense, because I am not sure I have ever had a "home". Kodiak Island is certainly becoming a home-y feeling place to me.
It is hard to imagine that I have been here for 10 weeks now. With another 7 to go. The weather has been spectacular the last few days, making all of the gray, drizzly days before seem worth it. The only thing that could make this summer better right now is watching a baseball game, beer in hand. I hope I make it back to the lower states in time to catch the end of the season.
Life here seems both eventful and boring simultaneously; something that I have grown to appreciate. My over-analysis of things, which has been an increasing burden as I age, seems to be receding. I find myself being reminded not to over complicate things which are simple and beautiful in nature. I have been practicing yoga more, giving myself time every morning to stretch and do at least a half hour; and trying to do so at night, but mostly failing. :) Doing it in the morning, looking out my open window to the deep, powerful water and still snow capped peaks behind it is enough to center me for whatever the day brings.
I am finding myself again having to make the decision of what to do at the end of summer, and where to go. As per usual, my inability to choose just one thing is making the impending end of the fishing season seem dreadful. I remember a time in my life (probably between 21 and 25) where every few weeks I would ask a friend, "do you think I should send my resume off to be a lion tamer in Prague?" or "well, there doesn't seem like anything left for me to do but sail from Alaska to New Zealand, does there?".
I kind of just assume that a new adventure will present itself at a time when it is feasible and I won't be able to say no. And, if it doesn't pan out, there seems to always be another adventure waiting in the wings. I've given up making myself anxious and crazy trying to make decisions about my future. I have no idea what will happen, I only know a few things that I want and many more that I don't want, and the only thing I can safely say about my future is that I will be there. It is getting harder and harder to imagine any place better to wake up to than this bay, though.