A journey of gentle strength, chlorine-scented courage, and showing up as you are.
This isn’t me in the photo, but it could have been. The first time I stepped into that pool, I felt just like this — unsure, exposed, a little awkward in my too-tight swim cap and a body I wasn’t quite at peace with. But beneath the surface of all that insecurity was something braver. I was there. I showed up. And somehow, as the water held me, I began to hold a bit of grace for myself too. This image reminds me that strength can look like uncertainty, and joy can begin right where fear tries to stop us.
Wading into Worthiness
I used to think I had to earn my way back into joy — through flat abs, toned arms, and a swimsuit that didn’t ride up in all the wrong places. But healing doesn’t wait. Joy doesn’t wait. It arrives when we let go of the timeline, step into the unknown, and begin again — one shaky splash and a little courage at a time.
Before I moved here, I was landlocked. Now, I live just fifteen minutes from the ocean, surrounded by people who were practically born swimming. Everyone — and I mean everyone — seems like a dolphin with a birth certificate. Mr. P swims in the sea with his “ocean tribe” two or three times a week, completely at home in the wild blue. But me? I’ve spent years watching from the shore, not because the ocean wasn’t inviting… but because I didn’t like how I looked in a swimsuit.
And yet, the beach is filled with all kinds of bodies, all kinds of joy. Somehow I still held myself back — until now.
Trying aqua aerobics felt like dipping a toe into more than just water. It was stepping into discomfort, into movement, into possibility. I wasn’t ready, but I went. I didn’t feel graceful, but I moved. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t waiting anymore.
He swims in the wild; I started in a shallow pool. But both of us are choosing movement, joy, and showing up.
Floating Into It: My First Class (and Wobbly Victory)
The first class had me questioning every life decision I’d made that led to a swimsuit, a swim cap, and a pool noodle. I stood at the edge of the water like a reluctant heroine, trying to remember how to breathe like a normal person while casually stretching my hamstrings and pretending I wasn’t on the verge of turning around and fleeing to the car.
But then — I stepped in.
The water cradled me like a kind hug. It was a toasty 30 to 35 degrees Celsius (86 to 95°F) — warm enough to feel like a spa, and a true respite from the cold bite of a South African winter, where homes offer no central heating and mornings begin in fleece-lined slippers and whispered prayers for coffee.
No one looked at my stomach bump. No one cared. Everyone had their own delightful imperfections, wiggly bits, and reasons for being there. And honestly? The relief of shared humanity was better than any ab workout.
And then came the noodle.
We were supposed to sit on it — yes, sit — and somehow paddle ourselves gracefully in a circle. Let’s just say, my inner compass must still be set to the Northern Hemisphere, because I was going the wrong direction for a solid few laps. While the rest of the class circled like synchronized swimmers, I was off on my own mini expedition, chasing the current — or possibly being chased by it.
Trying to stay on the noodle while moving with it is a skill I did not know required so much core strength… or comic timing. But eventually, I found my rhythm — or at least, I stopped accidentally spinning like a confused doughnut.
I wasn’t graceful. I flailed. My coordination forgot to RSVP. But I kept going — lifting, treading, giggling, and at one point, clutching the pool wall like it owed me rent. I was sore in places I didn’t know had muscles. I was also proud.
Because in that moment, I wasn’t waiting to feel beautiful or strong or deserving. I was embracing joy in its raw, unfiltered form — the kind that arrives when you’re halfway through a water lunge and realize: I am doing it.
“The Lord is my strength and my song; He has given me victory.”
3 Gentle Ways to Begin Embracing Joy Before You're ‘Ready’
You don’t need a pool.
You don’t need flippers or a swimsuit that stays exactly where it should.
And you absolutely don’t need anyone else’s permission.
What you need — is your own.
Your permission to show up, as you are.
To move, float, breathe, and even laugh out loud when you’re spinning the wrong way on a pool noodle.
Joy doesn’t wait for perfection — and neither should you.
Not for the “right” weight. Not for the “right” outfit.
Not for anyone else to say it’s okay to begin.
Courage is choosing to start before you feel ready.
It’s a quiet strength that whispers, “This moment is enough — and so am I.”
It’s saying yes to joy, not because life is flawless, but because you showed up anyway.
“Sometimes the permission slip you need is your own handwriting.”
1. Go Before You’re Ready
That thing you’ve been putting off until you feel smaller, stronger, or more “put together”? Try it anyway. Show up awkward, imperfect, uncertain — but show up. You don’t need confidence to begin, only a little courage.
2. Find Your People (Even If They Have Pool Noodles)
Whether it’s a kindred spirit, a coffee date friend, or a circle of splash-happy strangers — community matters.
Surround yourself with people who celebrate life, not just perfection.
People who laugh easily, cry honestly, and find joy in small things — the sun on their face, a shared story, or the courage it takes to begin again.
Find the ones who radiate gratitude — not because life is easy, but because they choose to love it anyway.
3. Savor the Afterglow
That feeling after you’ve tried something hard, even if you didn’t do it perfectly? That’s sacred. Make a ritual out of it — wrap up in a cozy towel, sip tea, whisper a “thank you” to your brave body. You did something beautiful.
“Joy is not in the doing — it’s in the being.”
This is our Bacchus — pure joy with fur and four paws. He doesn’t need a perfect day, a new toy, or a goal to chase. Just fresh air, a walk among the wildflowers, and the freedom to let his ears flap in the breeze. He reminds me that joy isn’t earned — it’s felt, right here, right now. And maybe that’s enough.
💖From My Heart to Yours💖
You are not alone.
If you’re walking the slow path, wobbling your way back to joy, or learning how to give yourself permission to be fully alive — I see you.
Come join the journey.
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Or simply whisper to yourself today: I choose joy, right here.
Closing Thought & Prayer: Embracing Life with Joy
Where the Light Lingers:
You don’t have to wait until you’re better, thinner, calmer, or more in control to begin.
Joy is already tapping on your shoulder — not as a reward, but as an invitation.
Embrace this life — imperfect, holy, yours.
Prayer:
God, thank You for the moments I almost miss — the warmth of water, the laughter that surprises me, the grace of beginning again.
Help me release my need to be perfect before I allow joy in. Teach me to live fully, right here, in the life I’ve been given. May I be open, grateful, and gentle with myself as I walk this slow path toward strength. Let joy meet me in the middle.
Amen.
