Hi, I’m Mistral. I’m a cat. Not the cozy by-the-fire kind (though I’ve known those days). I’m the salt-crusted, sun-baked, wind in my whiskers kind. I crossed the Atlantic on a sailboat, just me, a human who trusted me, and the waves.

Some said it was madness. I call it instinct. Here are my 3 wave-worn, salt-whispered truths about crossing oceans,

1. You Don’t Have to Know the Destination to Begin

When we set sail, I didn’t ask where we were going. I just stepped aboard. Sometimes, all you need is the courage to leave the dock. Clarity comes with movement.

3. Storms Don’t Last, But What You Learn From Them Does

We hit rough seas. I gripped the deck, rode it out, didn’t pretend I wasn’t scared. But fear passed, and I stayed. Resilience doesn’t roar. Sometimes it just holds on.

Final Thought from Mistral

The world told me I wasn’t made for crossing oceans. That cats stay close to home. But I went anyway, and came back with stories the shore would never teach. So today, if the wind calls your name, listen. Step aboard. Raise your inner sail.

Because bravery? It doesn’t always look bold. Sometimes, it just has paws and trust.