I miss swimming.
Before I moved to London I swam quite alot, down here I just dont have the time/energy/money for it, as the only nice pool's anywhere near me require gym membership.
Tonight, I'm thinking about what it was like learning to swim. At what point to you start to venture out into the water where your feet no longer touch the floor? When do you decide to take the arm bands off and trust that you'll float?
Was there a fear that when you get to a certain point in the pool, you'll just sink?
I've been wading around the shallow end for a few months. Last night it was time to venture into deeper water. Cant spend your entire life with a rubber ring can you? Honestly, I'm pretty terrified of sinking. I'm scared that if I stop kicking, then nothing will keep me afloat. Then I remember, if i just relax, and trust that the bodies buoyancy will keep me above water, no matter how deep it is. Last night it was time to relax and trust my heart instead of my head for once. And what do you know...even though I genuinely have no idea where I'm going...I havn't sunk yet = ]
Now, if I just have the patience to not...start...kicking!
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