No matter how much I tell myself it doesn't matter.

No matter how much I can point to the fact that we have left to go cruising for an extended length of time not once but TWICE.

No matter lots of things.

It still stings when people we know doubt (out loud, to our faces) that we’re actually going to go cruising.

Antidote? Maybe it’s stop talking about it. Maybe it’s to talk more.

Maybe the only antidote is to actually cast off the docklines.