I hope the guy downstairs doesn’t read my blog–chances are he doesn’t. He sings you see. And apparently he loves it because he does it often with his guitar accompaniment. I love swimming and do that regularly too. We both have a passion. I don’t swim very well if I compare myself to many of the other swimmers–especially the triathlete types but I can’t not swim anymore than the guy downstairs can ‘not’ sing and play his guitar.
When you enjoy doing something, you simply must do it or unhappiness sets in. I’m happy after my swim and I’d bet if we asked the guy downstairs that he’d say he’s happy when he sings and even when he isn’t singing, the song sustains him like my swim sustains me in between workouts.
Sometimes you do things simply for the joy of it and you don’t necessarily want to make a career of it. Sometimes you ‘do’ make a career of it–some do, some don’t. Everybody’s motivation is different.
I’m not trying to enter a triathlon and if you saw me in my bathing suit you’d see how far from that I was anyway; it’s not my goal. My goal for swimming is different than the guy in the next lane over–it’s an exercise in mindfulness for one thing. Oh, there are other reasons why I swim too—I really love the water.
It separates me from race consciousness–from society, from the 3rd dimensional world. Why? Its a present moment, time-altering thing. Its my own path, my own inner truth.
Swim your swim, sing your song—
“Sing, sing your song and don’t worry if it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing. Sing your song!” Or swim your swim! Got to go now, the pool is calling to me and I’m missing the water!