Every so often, I find myself enduring events over the course of an early evening that leave me feeling like less than the savvy, intelligent, persnickety, energetic being that I know myself as. And as poorly as any evening can go, I am lucky enough to know just where to go the next morning to cleanse myself: the swimming pool.
When I am in the water, I am weightless (or close enough, anyway). I am not disappointed or pleasantly surprised, happy or sad, worthless or valuable, naive or wise. I am simply alive, an ever moving, ever-breathing being. Calm. The chlorine wipes away any negatives or positives, and I feel reborn (not to sound all religious, though perhaps exercise is my idea of religion. There’s just no other way to describe it).
Chlorine kills everything, from germs to catastrophic memories, and I’m willing to jump through a lot of hoops to be true to get that sort of personal cleansing.
Besides, pretending to be a mermaid for an hour a day is priceless!