is the only time I can exercise and think at the same time. I love the peace underwater and the ray of light shines through the water surface and creating a play of wavy light.
Following my physiotherapist advice to stop each lap, so I don’t strain my muscles, I have plenty of time to observe other people at the pool. There’s a mother playing with her toddler at the shallow area, both laughing and having fun. On the other hand there’s a mother training her son to do his butterfly stroke. She kept scolding him for the same mistakes that he did for 3 months (it’s pretty loud and clear from where I were anyway, not that I was eavesdropping). The mom told him that she would just go back to the house if he didn’t want to follow her instruction. The son finally felt bad and begged his mom to continue the training, even when it started to drizzle.
Somehow it reminds me of life. There are times we can play around, but it won’t be forever. There will be time of training, or healing like what I did. I can’t grow by only playing in the wading pool. Sadly, I feel I’ve been playing around with my Christianity lately. Taking things easy, just go with the flow and be happy, though I also have some healing process. Well, think it’s time to start training.