From Liking to Loving
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Sink or Swim: The Art of Asking for Help I spent months putting off requesting a meeting with our local small business development center. Once I finally swallowed my pride and asked for help, I was immediately met with support and guidance. Is it just me, or does everyone have trouble asking for help? My history of avoidance runs deep. In high school, I dodged guidance counselors preparing for college. Even now, walking into a building to ask for help feels daunting. Picking up the phone…
The Power of Noticing It was an exciting week of observations. One swimmer, visiting for a mini camp in the Endless Pool, started noticing the subtle position of her legs and how they contribute to the whole unit of her body – no small feat as humans are innately kicking and pulling machines in the water (leaving them exhausted and defeated). This new awareness gave her better control almost immediately. Another swimmer I coach remotely tuned into her weight shift from one side to the other…
At the Threshold Happy August! Later this month, I’ll attempt a 50-mile swim from Newport, VT to Magog, Quebec and back. If I complete it, it will be the longest swim of my life. But this swim represents more than distance. It represents what becomes possible when you let the water hold you up—the same principle I teach every swimmer who steps into the pool with me. The distance changes, but the foundation remains: trust the water, trust your body, trust the process. This isn’t just a big…
Ready or Not, Ready Enough I didn’t feel ready. Not for the spring water temps. Not for the distance. Not for everything this swim would ask of me. But I went anyway. Because sometimes, waiting to feel “ready” is just another way of hiding. And I could feel myself trying to hide! The weather looked rough. It was Mother’s Day weekend. Despite months of planning, coordinating schedules, and arranging travel to get my crew here, when push came to shove, all I wanted to do was stay home and enjoy…
What is “hard”? The current subtly pushed us past each of the 12 bridges between Sellwood and St. John down 17km of the Willamette River, while the wind made the kayakers WORK. The contrast created lumpy water—each breath needing to be quick and precisely timed to get air instead of water. Sometimes you’d get water, spit it out, and try again. Dynamic. That’s the word that came to mind, watching my kayaker dig with each stroke—getting pushed back at every 30-minute feed, then fighting to get…
What happens when you let go? Most people think learning to swim is about getting to the side. Kicking and pulling with all your might until you can grab something solid. And yes, swimming is a lifesaving sport. We do need to know how to save ourselves. But in my experience, what really shifts things isn’t more effort. The harder I try to find each shape in the water, the more robotic I feel. When I give myself permission to let go and send my energy forward, I flow. The answer isn’t effort….