I faced my fear this weekend. I swam in the open ocean, in 60 degree water, in my wetsuit. A double whammy. (The cold and the ocean.)
No big deal, right? Oh, it was to me. Because my very last swim was a disaster. It was back in October where I bobbed up and down – going absolutely nowhere, for a very long while, while watching droves of people pass me. I thought about giving up, and I was very, very close. I didn’t, but I wasn’t happy that fear had crippled me in that way. So this swim was my shot at getting back in the saddle. And it was amazing. Invigorating. My own personal comeback. I may have even frolicked a bit.
The water was cold and the waves were crashing but somehow it was different, it felt different. I belonged there. I actually felt alive.
So alive that I had all these feelings cooped up inside of me on the way home that I wanted so badly to shout from someplace very high and sing very fast, loud, rock songs while headbanging! So at a stop light, I grabbed my pen and jotted all my thoughts down on the back of a receipt.
ALIVE.
I am alive. I must soak in every moment and make it mine.
I’m alive.
Even the bad makes me feel it.
I’m alive.
I fear not because I am strong and can take in whatever this life has to offer me.
I’m alive.
I must cherish all moments, each breath, every tear and every word because those are what make me feel alive.
I’m alive. I must not waste what could’ve been. I must not live in regret. I must not run from that which I fear, Because here I am. Present. In this moment that belongs to me.
Alive.
I beg you, whatever you do today, don’t let another moment pass without enjoying it. And that includes every moment on this crazy weight-loss journey riddled with highs and lows. Enjoy all the moments -somehow. The sucky ones and the happy ones and the ups and the downs. Because every moment on the journey means you’re in control. You are the driver. You are alive.
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