Had my first swimming lesson last night.
Good news: I went, in spite of my anxiety attack.
Bad news: I continued having an anxiety attack until the lesson was over.
Good news: I didn’t drown.
Bad news: I still might.
Good news: My teacher is really nice, doesn’t make fun of me for sputtering or my fear of drowning, and is a physical therapy major so understands my knee problem.
Bad news: The other people taking lessons at the same time are under 3 feet tall, 45 years younger than I am, and they all swim better than I do.
Good news: I look really stylin’ in my new pink and green swimming cap.
Bad news: I dropped my goggles and when I went back to look for them they were gone, so now I have to buy a new pair. But I did look really stylin’ in them as well.
Good news: I was encouraged when my husband said, “You didn’t learn to run a half-marathon in one night so don’t be discouraged about it taking a while to learn to swim.”
Bad news: I was discouraged when my son said, “Seriously, Mom, who doesn’t know how to swim?”
Good news: I’m going back next week for another lesson.
Bad news: I’m going back next week for another lesson.
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