Mini Personal Crisis Plus Dread…Fun!

As you can imagine the 4 hours I had on that Nassau bound plane was something of a mini personal crisis for me. The realization I was experiencing in those moments had four hours to sink in. Needless to say that book I brought to read sat in the seat pocket of the seat in front of me as I pondered, brooded and came to grips with the fact I had larger ego issues than I was aware of and therefore up to that moment couldn’t even admit to.

As we started our descent into Nassau I felt like I would try and put this issue behind me for the next few days and just enjoy my time getting to know this new friend a bit better and spend some time in the sun just resting and relaxing. I am not sure what “decompression” meant to Clint but I was quite sure it had to be something like books, beach and beverages. For me that seemed perfect. I could get back to the who am I question when I got home.

Clint greeted me at the airport and told me we were heading to his house to crash for the night and then proceeded to give me contours of the next couple days. “In the morning we are going to grab a little puddle jumper plane to the island I grew up on…” and then with a brightness in his eyes and almost an anticipation in his voice like he was about to make a meaningful announcement he said “and we are going to bonefish for the next couple days and just decompress.” Well there was that word decompress again but my heart sank as it was attached in the same sentence to the word “fish.” Here’s a little eavesdropping on my internal dialogue in those first moments on the ground. “Fishing? What the heck, are you kidding me, I don’t fish I grew up with a golf club in my hand I have fished once in my life when I was eight years old, definitely the most boring thing I have ever done, you are going to take me fishing, and that is decompression?” Are you getting the picture?

I was in a mini personal crisis because I was coming to grips with some identity issues during the previous four hours, but that is behind me because I am going to relax on the beach right? Wrong…wrong-o tiny one. You are going fishing on some remote island in the Bahamas. One word summarizes my honest feeling at the moment…dread.

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