Ever since I was 6 years old, I’ve loved swimming. I’m a Pisces.
I wanted to be an Olympic swimmer. I thought if you set your eye on a high goal, that was the best thing in the world. If you wanted to get places, you needed lofty aims.
Something happened, though.
Thirty years later, I don’t swim like I’m in an international competition. For me, the laps aren’t about going fast and feeling powerful, but slowing down. And breathing. It might be all the yoga.
Taking the time.
Slowing it down.
I don’t mind that I’m not an Olympic swimmer.
I like finding the quiet within the move.
I think that this post can be a great metaphore for other things in our life. Our dreams and plans.
Yes! I just read this whole post today, Top 5 Regrets of the Dying: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/feb/01/top-five-regrets-of-the-dying?CMP=twt_gu
Not to go morbid or anything.
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