We have to learn how to swim in these currents. We have to learn how to move through them gracefully and in sync. I have seen my past and I have seen the floundering, the panic, awkward jerky motions of fear. I wish I had reacted differently, but I didn't.
It is my wish to be a graceful swimmer. And so instead of the screaming and the temper tantrum dance, I wish to flow with the current. I can't say that I enjoy the hard times. I can't say that I relish those moments that I am swimming in the murky currents of grit and sand and seaweed.
Once I dove off of a dock in a lake and instead of pleasant clear water, I was surrounded with thick seaweed and it was very hard to stroke gracefully and move through that water. I have also felt the grit in my eyes and mouth from stirred up sands from the bottom. Life gets muddy when you stir the bottom sands! ha ha ha ha ha But it clears eventually.
I see currents that flow to beautiful waters and I want to backstroke to them, gliding past foreign shores, only partially interested in the landscape. I am a feeler of the currents. I am a seeker of clear water. And I will never ever settle for mediocre. I am a chaser of dreams!
