Figuring it Out

I like hard things. If someone tells me that I can’t do something then I just know that I have to do it. Something in my makeup makes it impossible for me not to do it after someone says that. Please, no one ever tell me I can’t go skydiving. I see no reason to jump out of a perfectly good airplane!

And maybe it isn’t the hard things that I enjoy so much as the satisfaction of figuring them out. I love the finish line of a long race or the A on a final exam.

I have been terrified to swim for the longest time. I hate the way I look in a swimsuit, but I also don’t want to put my head in the water. It’s terrible. I am just positive that I am going to drown or something. About 6 months ago my personal trainer encouraged me to start swimming to help my running. I tried everything that I could, but couldn’t make it work. I asked everyone I knew for help and after they stopped laughing, all they could tell me was: you just do it. That didn’t help.

So, I bit the bullet and hired a swimming teacher. One that teaches little kids to swim. Thankfully, she has been very nice. After a few lessons I felt like I was learning things, I had put my head in the water and flopped around a little bit. But I still didn’t have any confidence. I was still sure that as soon as my nose hit the water I would die.

Then, this morning, something changed. I put my head in the water, felt the water in my nose, but didn’t let it go farther than that. I had that moment when it made sense and I made it work. I can see myself making this work. Somehow. I’m sure it will take lots and lots of practice, but I know now that I can do it.

I can do hard things.


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