I know many of you are curious how two 24 year old female best friends manage their sanity living in such a small space… for such a long time… with no where else to go. We had our moments. But we always worked it out. I read back through my journal, and found this one… I thought it would be interesting to share.
STANIEL CAY, EXUMAS – JUNE 16
“Have we seriously been here for a week? Not possible. We continue to find ways to entertain ourselves, and meet interesting people here. Moving further south seems unnecessary. We took a couple of days away from alcohol, until the lion fish tournament yesterday. Locals were feeding us screwdrivers at the yacht club, how could we turn it down? There was a fantastic crowd, and a delicious lion fish dinner. Who knew lion fish could be prepared in so many different ways?
When we returned to Louise, Katie and I got into a conversation that I think we really needed. All though it was not the easiest conversation to have. I don’t even know how it got started. But It was civil, mature, and positive. It began with her telling me how it bothered her how often I look to others for advice before hers, and cling to someone else’s suggestion before hearing out hers. She has felt like I have not trusted her opinions or judgement on several different occasions. We discussed how additions too the boat have made us rely on them, versus relying on each other. How we trust things (such as electronics or charts) versus trusting each others gut feeling, or initial reaction. I told her I have given up making decisions, because regardless she always ends up getting her way. How she makes a bigger fuss about certain things than I would have. We openly discussed issues than I never even realized existed because I had never been made aware of them. With out terribly throwing each other under the bus, we made one another completely concsious of what is was that we both needed to work on. Ballast has been lifted from our shoulders. Dead weight that we didn’t even realize was there. I felt a great difference in our friendship after that. All it took was one conversation. A tipsy girl talk in the V-berth laughing about how much we both suck.”