It's been a while since I last dove into a pool to do laps. I have missed it, and the moment my arms cut through the water, I felt my muscles relax, my head clear and a sense of relief and control run through my body.
I am a good swimmer.
I never admitted that to myself or anybody else. People have said it to me, but my responses have always been, " I like swimming." Or, "Swimming relaxes me." Never once have I been able to agree that yes, swimming is something I am good at.
I don't channel Dara Torres while I swim, but instead, Michael Phelps. I'm not exactly sure why, but maybe it's because Phelps is super-human-like: amazing, incredible and simply the best at what he does.
Does he amaze himself? Or does he just set goals, have acute focus and dedication and accept nothing less than being the best?
This week, I am going to make a list. The list is going to contain things that bring me joy, satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. I will remember the stuff I really, really loved doing as a kid (swimming being one of them) and find a way to get back to these activities in my life today.
I often joke with Chrissy about training today for the Senior Olympics. But all I really want is joy and satisfaction in how I spend my time.
If I turn into the Michael Phelps of being happy, well that would be OK, too.
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