Learning to swim (again)

Good sunny Sunday evening! How’s your weekend been so far?

We had a wonderful day of choosing fabric for various upcoming projects in Leicester yesterday. I love our little pilgrimages. Most of our haul came from Stuart’s Fabrics on the market (he’s still there! He’s still talking about retirement but I’m delighted to say he’s still there…that makes 24 years of buying from him…eek). We spent so long on his stall, we were too late for pizza at the Criterion. Next time. I was so tired when we got home, I went to lie down for twenty minutes and woke up six hours later. Just in time for bed. So I went to bed. I’m putting it down to a very warm day, a sleepless week, and a lot of walking and decision-making. Or maybe I’m just getting old 🙂

Today was just as exciting in a totally different way. I’ve been swimming for donkeys years, but I can’t do the face-in-the-drink stuff well. You know, where you can move through the water and breathe. Until now it’s been one or the other…not both.

So a month ago I bit the bullet and bought us some grown-ups’ lessons. I’ll be honest, I was a tiny bit scared. What if we had a class full of accomplished people and couldn’t manage? What if the horrible (fifty year old) kid dunked me? What if, what if.

I needn’t have worried. We had a lovely, funny, very able teacher who set us exercises to build our confidence and it was fun. Properly fun. The time flew by and I can’t wait for our next lesson. I’m kicking myself for waiting so long to do this. I can actually imagine doing front crawl without drowning before the year’s out.

So the moral of the story is…want it more than you are afraid of it. Whatever it is.

Have a wonderful evening!

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