I swim.

I’m not even a swmmer.

I can do a front stroke thingy, and I can do a backstroke, and a crawl. And I do that 18 times for a half a mile. And somehow, it calms me.

Because in a week where I felt some solid ground, the cracks and the fissures I had ignored started to get my attention.

I’m highly anxious this morning. So, I will take my medicine one lap at a time. 

I’m not a swimmer.