I haven’t written because I feel a bit like I suck at life right now. Do you ever have those times?
Like, people who are good at life make sure to keep in touch with their friends, getting at least a text in there somehow.
People who are good at life don’t fall so far behind on their work projects so that they become useless to their family, glued to their computer.
People who are good at life put their baby in clothes at some point when the clock still says a.m. and certainly don’t just leave them in a diaper all day for 4 days straight. (Not one diaper–fresh diapers as needed. Just to be clear.)
People who are good at life reach out to potential new friends to ask how they are and when you can get together, so that those new people don’t just drift away into could-maybe-have-been friends but instead become real friends.
People who are good at life don’t bail on not one, but two events in a weekend where they could have celebrated with someone (Paul and Christine, I am so sorry.)
In college, I learned to be a lifeguard. I took the class for P.E. credit because I wanted to work the summer at a camp I loved, and knew that skill would be helpful. We learned different ways to jump into the water and how to swim without losing sight of a person ahead. And we learned how a swimmer in distress goes from parallel to perpendicular in the water, toes down, face towards the sky, everything underwater but their mouth.
In the last six months, I have felt like I am just staying afloat. Not on my back, basking in the sun, but perpendicular, immersed, getting the air I need but nothing more.
Our family sometimes names certain events or seasons. Curtis’ and my first fight was The Great Coffee War, for instance. We have been calling this the Perfect Storm, so many stressors in such a small window.
So here’s what I’m wondering–how do you start swimming again?