“All good business decisions are made in a bar” -Someone (probably)
September 17th 2019 was one of the hardest and most fun nights of my life. We had spent a week working on the finishing touches to make Scooter a blue water ready sailing vessel and had failed miserably at every turn. The Radar dome didnt work, the radar mount pole was destroying our hull, the windows leaked, the flex seal ‘fix’ stained the hull black, the motor continued to overheat, the dinghy motor was a paperweight, the biminy project was a mess, we had no spare sails, spare hardware, spare motor parts, no 4th crew member, and still hadn’t practiced some key sailing safety drills.
We sat down at a bar in Gig Harbor, and decided not to go. It was miserable having a dream coming to an end, something we had worked so hard for, and abandoned so much to make possible.
But it was liberating. The adventure was back. With the timetable gone, so was the pressure, the failures, the what-ifs. We were back to basics. The Joy returned.
I wouldn’t exactly say we drowned our sorrows cause there was too much laughter for that. Instead we celebrated what we had accomplished so far, that we were happier in this chapter of our lives than ever before. Either way, we woke up with headaches.
Now the deadlines have been removed and the real adventure can begin.
