After two long weeks of swimming bootcamp, Stink still refuses to open his eyes in the water. His teacher even tried giving him a pair of goggles. No dice.
Teacher: "Stink - you are swimming in the dark. Doesn't that bother you?"
Stink: "No. I'll open them when I'm five."
Teacher: "Oh, no! That will be too late!"
Stink: "I can wait."
I had to admire his defiance. No amount of coaching, encouragement, or bribery was going to get that kid to budge. But it did get me thinking about my own form of swimming through life. I can paddle and kick and sweat and pound until I'm blue in the face, but if my eyes are shut, what the hell difference is it going to make?
And so, I'm opening my eyes more and more these days and figuring out what I love the most. Perhaps I'll drop some activities and join some new ones. Perhaps I'll get a new set of businesscards. Perhaps I'll try on a new haircut for kicks and giggles. All I know is that I'm ready to take off the floaties and start diving in.
How about you?