Its true, I’ve lost it, my groove, myself. Among the binkies and dishes, I have no
idea where it went. In between hostage
situations staged by my two year old, I am so tired, I can’t remember if I ever
had it. So, here is my very public
attempt to find it, rebuild it, like it, own it and work it.
And tonight it started with swimming. I got back into the pool and just started
doing laps. I was almost certain that my
ass had become so large with the birth of my mini human #2 that the rear end of
my bathing suit was transparent. At
least there wasn’t anyone else in my lap lane (and at least it was impossible for me to look at my own ass without a mirror.)
Swimming was a large part of my life as a young person. It can be competitive but each time I have
gotten into the pool and done laps, it has been more therapeutic. It’s quiet.
It’s rhythmic. I can challenge
myself. I have choices. I have control over my body, my breathing, my
distance or my intensity.
It finally felt like a reset. Exhale.
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