As much as it’s about the result, it’s also about the process. Three steps back, two steps forward. Not today, but maybe tomorrow.

It was familiar, the water. Yet this time it was different. It felt tense. It felt like being under a microscope. Where was the freedom?

A place to rest. A place to recharge. A place to ponder.

It can’t be given but can be found. It can’t be taught but can be learned. It can be shaken but can’t be destroyed.

That surprised me. Different than expected. It starts with a willingness to try.