Oh. My. Calm.

It’s around 6:50 am on a crisp Monday morning. It’s early. Oh-so-early. I’m definitely not a morning person. And most certainly not a Monday person. Urgh, it’s dark. It's chilly. And I’m sleepy.

Yet, there I am. At that precise time on that precise day, it's me down there in that pool, just finishing up my third round.

I don’t function very well on early mornings nor on any Mondays, but I love, love, love swimming. Absolutely adore being in water. When I started going for these early-morning swims, that was it. “The best move I’ve made in a decade,” I told everyone.

Water is my calm, my heal, my essence. It clears my mind, sharpens my instinct, melts my heart. Makes me smile and feel alive. Even on a Monday, even at 6:50 am.

What’s your water? What’s your calm?

P.S. I wrote this for myself as a way to reflect and bring back the feeling. Because I stopped this swimming practice after a while, and now I can’t make myself start again 🤦‍♀️ The not-a-morning-person me keeps prevailing over the love-love-love-swimming me. How do I turn this around? Anyone? Ahh, I know, I know. It's solely up to me. One of these days, I will go back ♥