Aquatic Flip Flops

Psst...over here. Yes, that's right, keep reading. You have found my blog for today. I know you are just oh-so-excited to see what this fabulously tiny block of text has to say today. Or maybe you're bored. Either way, you better have some I.D. with you, I hear the blog police are out today.

Hot tea could possibly be one of my favorite drinks in the entire world-excluding coffee...the debate is still very much alive. But it just pairs so nicely with everything, like, say, playing a board game: perfect. Doing homework: yes, please. Pondering the universe: check. And the longer it sits there, the stronger it gets.

And the longer I stay in hot water, in stressful times and hard work, I would like to think I get stronger, too, in my little teacup of the universe. While everything seems overwhelming, and like I can't get up, there is a rope to hold onto and a difference being made. And that's what keeps me going.

One of my friends and I have been holding each other to the task of writing a new poem every single day. Whether it is good or bad (though most of hers have been pretty great so far), whether it is long or short, it's this idea of getting something on paper...every...single...day. And between writing this blog, and starting to write those poems, I would like to say I'm growing in some way. Maybe not in skill, though I hope that will come eventually, but at least in discipline, and dedication, and experience.

It may not sound like much...a single poem, a single blog post, but words and words and writing is writing and accountability is accountability. And I know I've written about that before, but it is just so important.

So today, as I crave my hot tea, and write my poem and write my blog post, and study for chemistry, and get ready for Easter, I want to stay focused on that growth. I may feel like I'm drowning, but I'm pulling myself through the water, swimming farther and farther every day. Just keep swimming, in the words of a very wise, very old sage whom I love. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. I remember when I was on the swim team (for a very, very short amount of time), I would take a breath and dive in. Every time I was under, I would feel like there was no way I was going to make it back up in time to get air, but no matter what,

I always did.

And I was still swimming. Keep swimming, and you will reach the other side. Keep swimming and maybe you can grab some hot tea when you finish (if you like that sort of thing).

The coffee in my veins doesn't appreciate this post, but I hope it makes sense, just a little bit. So have a fabulous Tuesday, you aquatic flip flops, and just keep swimming.