I am not a swimmer. That is what I have said my entire life…and so; I AM NOT A SWIMMER. But I want to be a swimmer. So much of what I do is really hard on my body and the older I get the more I know I need an activity that that is gentler, kinder. That is not the case if you are choking down half the pool water!
I am pretty sure that I am making a commitment to really swim…this time. I know it doesn’t sound like I am completely on board and I’m pretty sure I know why. I just drank a gallon of pool water trying to learn that whole breathing thing. I got the turn my head and look back part, but I think I was still exhaling and then when I put my face back in the water I sucked it all in! Much to the amusement of the eight retired ladies doing their aerobic workout (bad timing on my part) I proceeded to choke and flap my way back to the side with the aid of my girlfriend who is also my teacher. (This happened more than once if you get my drift.)
Well everything happens for a reason. I am sure I brought much joy to the little ladies, and watching their little gray heads bob in and out of the water also brought a smile to my face. (An especially big shout out to my friend who had a heart attack last year…she was one of those lovely heads-so proud that she is taking control of her life!)
So here I go…I AM A SWIMMER! I understand the importance of the words we place after I AM. I have also come to understand that our thoughts create our reality. And, I am very aware of how fear can interrupt us from creating and becoming all that we can imagine.
So I am going to dip my toe in the pool one step at a time. I see myself gliding across the pool in beautiful harmony and I BELIEVE that I am a swimmer. Beautiful!
Next I will work on swimming along the shore of the beautiful aqua Atlantic ocean…that is after I can get rid of the idea of the shark that is sure to bite me! I am a work in progress 🙂