Packing for this trip I knew I had to take only the things that would serve me and nothing else–long pants to protect me from the bugs, good glasses to spot fish past the sun’s strong afternoon glare, and of course my Crocs to sport me through the week’s adventures. What the packing list didn’t include were the little things that could make or break a trip of a lifetime.
First is the ability to roll with the punches. Within the first two days, we cumulatively lost one wallet, two bags, a lot of time due to flight cancelations, and gut-fulls of food on a more-than-choppy boat ride from Roatan. I’m not sure if it was the heat, but entering the arches of Fly Fish Guanaja our troubles seemed to melt away. Within a few hours of us ladies coming together, we became more receptive to why we were here in the first place and what we, personally, wanted to gather from this experience. In reflecting on this, I stumbled across my second item on my figurative packing list–a clear head and an open heart. I came to the understanding that I was here to give and not take.
I feel lucky enough to know what it feels like to be supported and have time to shine, and the one thing I wanted to give to my fellow lady anglers this week was that same feeling. This week I traded expectations for an open heart, and in return I’ve been rewarded in ways beyond belief. Yesterday I landed a permit, and apparently, that’s a big deal–quite honestly I don’t really understand the permit hype yet, but witnessing how finicky they’ve been in the past few days has started to clue me in.
Shyanne said earlier this week that good luck is better than being good in itself, and I have no shame in owning that. If anything, my fish karma points are being put to good use. If I could carry one thing for the rest of my life (besides Crocs) it would be an attitude of gratitude. As cheesy as it sounds, it allows me to see the value in wind knots, bug bites, and the coat of sweat I’m always inhabiting here in Guanaja. Life’s gritty, unfair, and most of the time we go through it alone, but these endlessly loving ladies at my side have reminded me that I can conquer anything if I buy into the narrative in which I succeed.