I tend to get overwhelmed. I never used to be like this, but for some reason - on the boat - things pile up and I shut down. Lists multiply, boat work beckons, things break, weather windows loom, and me? I freeze. I want to just crawl into a corner with a book and hide. Scott is the opposite. Super pragmatic and never phased by the tasks at hand, he continues to plug along and just get 'er done. In this way, he's amazing, which is why he is an excellent captain. This matter-of-fact practicality of his, of course, makes me feel guilty. Then, as if I needed another emotion to throw into the mix, all the unknowns of the situation at hand (namely this huge passage before us) cause me to worry about things out of my control like: weather, potential dangers, sea monsters...etc. When I tell Scott about my worries he responds with something like, "There is no room for worry on a boat, only problems with solutions. We can only prepare as best we can and deal with problems as they present themselves" and then that very pragmatism I praised just a line or two earlier makes me want to strangle him. Sigh.