I left yesterday to drive to Savannah to get a launch out to the ship. It was a bumpy ride. There was a mass exodus of the geologists because their main piece of gear had malfunctioned. This trip seems off balance to me. The mood on board is fairly dark.
There are people who have decided to quit and one of them is my friend, D. He seems to be in an irritable place right now. Not wanting to be on board and negative about everything around him. Maybe I'm seeing the dry drunk here or maybe this is just what happens under stress.
I've decided that I don't want to be part of negativism. It just isn't what I feel inside. I feel a lot of happiness but confusion over seeing so many people so miserable themselves. I have no desire to do anything but keep myself on an even keel. It's helping me to think about all the things that I'm grateful for and that I have a choice in whether I'm miserable or not.