I found myself in utter denial of my departure from French Polynesia. I seemed to just keep putting off the inevitable because I didn’t feel quite right about it…I wasn’t ready to leave. And how would I do everything I wanted to do in the next few months? I needed to fly home to finish my book project before October, make it to my girlfriends’ weddings, get a new dinghy, windlass motor, and chartplotter… But I didn’t want to rush through the next island groups looking for a safe place to leave Swell? Then I’d be stuck somewhere unsafe for hurricane season?…If there was one thing i’d learned, it was that sailing and rushing are like oil and water…but Swell was just getting into her sailing groove again!!? How would I…? I mulled, rolled the options over and over in my head. I woke thinking, went to sleep thinking, I was totally distracted by my dilemma…none of the options seemed to flow!?