It's Five Minute Friday time once again! I'm linking up with Lisa Jo Baker: tales from a Gypsy Mama for her weekly free write time, Five Minute Friday. This is the time where I write whatever comes to mind-no editing, backtracking, or overthinking. The word prompt today is:
I'm standing at the end of the board, legs shaking and heart beating like a hammer inside my chest. I'm only 6 years old. I don't know how to swim!! I want to scream, yet here I am, poised to take a dive off the diving board into 12 feet of unknown and scary territory, prompted by a well-intentioned swim instructor.
I hit the water with a smack and suddenly I'm under, fighting for the surface I can barely see through the cloudy, chlorinated water--or are those my own tears I can barely see through? I break through the surface, lungs screaming for air. There is chaos, confusion in my head as I flail toward the side, half doggy-paddling, half slapping at the water. Finally. The side of the pool represents protection, a safe-haven from the intimidating depths I just came from.
But so it is with life. I don't know how to swim! I often want to scream when I feel like I'm chartering new and undiscovered ground.
It takes determination and trust, it takes heart and it takes drive.