I’m back from my self-imposed exile. I did Twitter from my cell phone a couple times and I posted a review of The Dark Knight on Backseat Writer (read it here). All in all, I think I did pretty well disconnecting from “work,” relaxing, and chilling out with my Creator. I feel refreshed and renewed, at least right now.
I spent part of Saturday at the pool with a couple of friends. I decided that before summer’s end, I was going to cannonball into the pool. On Saturday, I jumped in the pool FIVE TIMES. At first, I was a little intimidated about how big of a splash I might make. I wondering if people would look at me and wonder if I was too fat or too old to jump into the pool.
I decided that the bigger the splash the better (and I could even get a few sunbathers wet as an added bonus). Since half of the people around the pool were passed out from the stench of their cheap suntan lotion, I doubt anyone would care enough to look at me. And even if they did, so what? No one is ever to old to jump into the pool. No one.
So I jumped.
It was exhilarating and magical! In fact, taking that plunge reminded me of everything that was great about being a kid in the summer—taking that first jump into the pool. No more entering the pool via the steps on the pee (shallow) end of the pool. I’m going in like a real woman—I’m jumping in on the deep end.
The only way to make an entrance into a sparking pool on a hot day is with a splashing.
