Feeling like there should be gold fairy dust or something to celebrate day 50 of the 90 day blog challenge?
I've not been feeling especially "inspired" lately - and I fear the blog posts have shown it. Not sure what it is. Perhaps the September thing. Loving the cool nights for sleeping, but also exquisitely aware of the water cooling down and the days being few remaining before it will be too cold for my daily swim in Buzzards Bay. It's a "thing" for me, you know. Been in almost every day since July 1. Not a particularly good one at letting go in general (see my attic - though I've been working on it!) - saying goodbye to a daily swim just a mile and a half from home does a number on me every year.
Swimming isn't just exercise for me. It's sacred. Rhythmic breathing puts me into a wonderful state for creative thinking, and for prayer. It is therapy for me. Several times in recent weeks when wrestling with personal issues I've gone into the water grumpy and come back out peaceful.
Last year I borrowed a friend's wetsuit to try to extend the season. But it was bulky and I didn't stay with it.
I guess there just comes a time when it's time to say goodbye, and to let go.
It's September 12. Last year I swam to October 1. So I can savor several more. THEN say goodbye, when the time is right. Put away the flip flops that I have worn as a daily staple since June. Pull out the boots and sweaters. And I will enjoy that, in its time.
Though the harbor master came around and took in the swim buoys today (see the photo) I say nope, not just yet. I'm gonna squeeze the juice out of every day I can between now and October 1. Simply because it's here. And I can. And I promise I will be extra mindful, and extra grateful.