Hot to write/ Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles

“Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, kick, kick, kick, kick, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles.” That’s what my son’s swim coach chants as she teaches him the crawl.  I videoed his swim lesson and it struck me that even with her constantly telling him what he needed to do to stay afloat he still didn’t do it a lot of the time.  But he kept going.

            And at the end of the lesson she said he’d done great, fantastic, amazing.  I was wondering why does my genius son not kick more than half the time even when someone is telling him to kick, kick, kick?  What is it about us that needs to be told to do something ten, twenty, two thousand times?

            For example, I have been telling myself for more than a decade to write, write, write.  Yet I haven’t done it, more than half the time.  Other people have also told me to write, write, write.  I’ve bought books that told me to write, and how to write, and what to write.  I’ve bought special software programs to write certain things certain ways.  And don’t get me wrong, I’ve done some writing.  But I’d like to get more consistent with it, easier with it, more relaxed with it.  Kinda be able to just say what I’ve got to say and minimize the shtick.  Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, kick, kick, kick.

            So today, right now, I’m hot to write, and it feels pretty fantastic.  Just doing it for the sake of doing it.  Letting go of the fear of what does it all mean and will I be homeless and alone and ugly if I write or will anyone read this or what if anyone reads this or panic, panic, panic, ego, ego, ego, here are all the other things I could do besides write, the thing I actually want to do, I need to do.  How in the world does that happen?  That all of a sudden I’m floating and moving and it’s easy.  Ease-y.  Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, kick, kick, kick.

            I’ve got a friend who used to be a professional baseball player who says the champions are playing ball, not working ball, not will-powering ball.  I wanna play ball too, not baseball, but this so called game of life.  I wanna write, I wanna say what I’ve got to say, I want to eat good food, be in nature, move my body, get good rest, support my family and friends, build community, love, be loved, and keep breathing.  Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, kick, kick, kick.

For Coach Tiffany