first dive

the memory is clear.


legs shaking so hard the diving board squeaked, water so deep i couldn’t fathom being able to swim up and away from its bottom, apathetic swim teacher waiting below.


i stood there for a long while, my mom on the sidelines eyes hidden behind a paperback. tick, tock. tick, tock. waiting and hoping the lesson would end.


no such luck. peripheral swim teacher rushes the board, hoists me up and drops me. JUST. LIKE. THAT. splash, flail, panic and sputter back to the top.


Divingboard


feeling the same now. no diving board this time. instead a blinking cursor and a mind filled with colliding words and ideas.


a few years ago, i dragged my very uncoordinated self through a triathlon to show my kids that even the the ones picked last in gym can be champs. and now i'm here - too shy to say "writer", but brave enough to write.





Triathlon


this first post is dedicated to k at the kids are alright with thanks for rushing the diving board


and pushing me off.



 

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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a writer and web designer who blogs from elanmorgan.com and works from elan.works, spreads gratitude through the graceinsmallthings.com social network, and speaks all over. They have been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. They believe in and work to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.