Being at sea with a clear mind is one of the greatest joys of life. But when things aren’t so hot, and you have endless time to ruminate, the sea can be your mind’s prison, a horrible place to inhabit. I admit, I was shaken. Over the next couple of days, I’d even make a couple of highly uncharacteristic sailing errors, which shocked me. I couldn’t tell if I was heartsick, preoccupied or just plain stupid. Whatever the case, it wasn’t good. If I’m not contributing a top level of sailing performance at all times, frankly, I’m not bringing much to the party except a lot of bad jokes. I had to snap out of it.