Today I swam in the lake while it rained. All around me people began to run for cover, packing their things madly, running for their cars, trying to stay dry. I was already wet. I couldn’t get wetter. As I swam the droplets fell on my face and head and I laughed and dived under and surfaced and laughed again. It wasn’t cold, not in the slightest. I floated on my back, feeling the raindrops fall on my face, belly and thighs. I had the lake almost to myself – only two others braved the wetness falling from the sky around them. Did I feel like a rebel? A bit. Did I like that? Hmm. Maybe. Rather it just felt kind of irrelevant. What felt good on a very deep level was doing what I wanted to do in the moment, and not what I felt was expected of me. That felt good. Really good. It may be just a small thing, but it felt somehow important, to listen to what felt right to me in that instant, rather than what I should be doing, what was expected of me at that time. Whether it’s about what constitutes being polite, or how honest we should be or whether or not we should pack up and run when it starts to rain.
It’s only water, and I’m already swimming in water – I can’t get any more wet. Today I followed my heart. To swim against the expectations, even if they are only the small ones.