(This blog post was not harmed by spell check, grammar check or any other form of perfection. It is once again, a shoot it from the hip blog.)
I chickened out, ran far away, melted down, choose one or all, and you would be correct.
Saturday’s dive was all set. Last Saturday that is. I spent the morning chiseling away on my epic kitchen ‘paint’ job. I stopped at noon, knowing full well that I was in the pool at 2:30, and didn’t want to be worn out. I was excited! Today I was getting to go in the deep end! Yea, I’m 56 years old, and am excited about going into the DEEP END of the pool. With full scuba gear on, flippers, too. I was EXXXCITED! Until. Until I had to wrestle my feet into booties and flippers. Until I had to try to remember to clear my ears every 2 feet. Until I felt like the walls were closing in on me.
Until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Until my instructor, Jeff at The Aqua Hut, said I had a death grip on his finger. Deep end equals eight feet of water, friends. Eight. simple. feet. For pete’s sakes, I had AIR in my lungs, I could touch the bottom, yet, I completely, 100%, totally, melted down.
I’m going to assume that you’ve seen Finding Nemo? Remember when Nemo decided to swim away, and Marlin had a panic attack? Yup, that was me. Complete. It was not happening. There was no way I was staying in that pool. Or, at least, the deep end. I stayed in the shallow end, and swam around like a little baby. I felt like a wimp.
I could give you many reasons why I had a panic attack, so, I will! Remember to clear your ears every two feet, remember to breathe right, remember you use your entire leg when you have flippers on. I was surrounded by walls, and felt they were toppling in on me.
I planned on going back today, hanging in the shallow end, pretend to clear my ears, practice doing so, just keep swimming, keep swimming. Keep breathing, keep breathing.
This morning, I was struck by the realization that I know the real reason I melted. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to be taking Scuba Lessons alone. In that deep end, I should have had these eyes telling me, it’s okay, you can do this. But, I don’t. Who knew scuba diving could be emotional? oy!
A new day is coming, schedules make it a bit crazy, but, early next week, back in the pool I go. Knowing that I am taking it all, step by step.
Thanks for following along,
Growing in Grace,
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