We woke up this morning planning to make a 72 hour offshore passage between Deltaville, VA and Newport, RI arriving one day ahead of a nasty front the New England coast is facing on Friday. We called our good cruising buddies living in Newport and told them we were coming. I made blueberry muffins as we listened to Chris Parker and we reviewed the GRIBs. And then, as has become typical of our attempts to head home all bets were off. A secondary cold front had planned to sail through is now predicted to be stronger than forecast, bringing a strong north component to the wind tonight and tomorrow morning and a rougher sea state. We quickly devised a new "plan" to leave tomorrow instead, heading to NY Harbor and up Long Island Sound, waiting there until we can venture out again. It was hard not being disappointed.

But here's where perspective comes in. Who cares whether we can leave or not leave? In the time it takes to pull a trigger our own problems shrink into inconsequential specks. In the light of the tragic events in Orlando, FL they are irrelevant. It simply doesn't matter whether our plans change a thousand times over when we add perspective to life's equations.

It is a sobering reminder, isn't it?