Going to sea is a balm. I fear the day when going to sea doesn't make me feel better.
Going to sea and catching a fish - while sailing under spinnaker. That makes me feel better.
Catching a kingfish - that really makes me feel better.
I think I feel better.
(But another coda.
Today in the Whangarei playground three-year-old Eric chased after a sparrow - and called it a "f***ing bird", three times, very loud.
I guess he was listening during those two failed marina exits. Which didn't make me feel great.
Boat stuff can be hard - but fatherhood might be harder...)