In a year like no other….
Ok, no. I’m not going to be that person and this isn’t going to be that kind of blog. But maybe sometimes I’ll slip a little. Thank you in advance for your forgiveness.
I am entering my second year of going in the water year round. People I grew up with me tell me I’m crazy. I find myself confused at how you can grow up surrounded by so much ocean and never have the urge to go into it. How do they not know how good it will make them feel?
People who have been doing this for years welcome me and share tips with me and seem unfazed as they expose their skin to the elements and bravely head right into the water. But I am romanticizing just a bit. Most of them have the same trepidations I have, the same moments of uncertainty as they stand at the water’s edge and get ready to get themselves into that cold, salty, healing water.
The more you do it, the more you crave it. The cold water, the chatter, the connecting, and the way you feel after. So, if you go in the water consistently for one full calendar year, you can do another. And another. And then this thing becomes part of your life and so you start documenting it.
So, here I am - sharing tales and woes of a life lived near, on, or under the water while blogging about it inconsistently.
Let’s see where this next year of water brings us….