We’ve had a pretty hectic couple weeks here. When one of our boys suggested a trip to the beach, we pulled on our swimsuits, packed up the sand toys, and headed on our way.
Over the last few years, we’ve discovered a couple lakes that are less popular and, therefore, much more fun for this introverted mama (besides, it’s easier to watch the kids with less people around). We have also learned that Sunday mornings are great for hanging out at the beach (don’t get huffy, we go to church on Saturday nights).
When we arrived, only one other family had their towels spread out on the sand. Perfect.
My husband and kids ran into the water, screeching from the cold. Well, not my husband. He doesn’t screech, exactly. As much as they shivered, a few minutes later, they had grown accustomed to the temperature change.
“Come on in,” my husband called to me. “The water feels good after a minute or two.”
Now, it is a commonly known fact that there are two ways of getting into the water. The jump in head first way…and the tip toe, inch at a time, shiver all the way method.
My husband dives. I inch.
So, I walked across the shore, dodging the goose poop, and inched my way into the water.
“It’s so COLD!” I screeched.
“It’s great once you’re in,” my husband said, dunking his own head.
Once I got in up to my waist, I decided to lay back and float on my back. The shock of chill took my breath, but was then overruled by how refreshing the water was. The way the sky looked above me. How my kids giggled and splashed and took small attempts to swim.
This is how some writing days are for me. I look at the work that must be done, fearing that it won’t feel good. That it will be uncomfortable. That I won’t be able to do the work.
Some days I tip toe toward the manuscript. I ease into it. Often it’s a shock to my system, my psyche, until I get far enough into the work. Then I remember.
This is a thing I love to do. This is the work I desire.
Then I resign myself to the writing. Sometimes it even sweeps me away.
So, friends, come on in, the water’s fine…once you let yourself get used to it.
What is it for you? What do you sometimes dread or worry over that ends up being fine once you’ve started? Are you a dive in kind of person or do you inch?