When I think about what these last four months have been like for me personally, the image of learning how to swim comes to mind. Don’t you remember?
We loved getting into the pool so as long as we had a neck to hang onto. But oh how we’re not babies anymore… What are those little, yellow submarines that fit so snug around my chubby, little Michelin arms? Mother dearest is so proud to see her tiny person finally splashing around on their own. She thinks we’re ready now. Where did my floaties go?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FLOATY FAIRY TOOK THEM BACK? She jumps in, our entire bodies wrapped around the womb that so lovingly carried us, and suddenly those hands that are holding our entire lives above water starts to gently pry us off. What used to seem so fun just feels like torture now (or so the screaming suggested). She smiles at our poor little panicked hearts as we wale our arms back and forth like… well, I don’t suppose there is another animal quite like a human trying to swim. But after the frightened rage, the “No, no, NOOOOOO!!!!!!”, and the desperate cries to be saved… suddenly, we’re swimming.
All I’m saying is… whether you are actually learning how to swim or learning how do this Peace Corps thing like me, eventually we’re gonna get the hang of it. Then nothing can stop us from jumping in from there. It’s fair to say some people get it sooner than others. But be kind to yourself. You probably won’t look like Katie Ledecky, but at least you won’t drown.