Hit Me!

Never delete. That’s what they say. Put it out there, leave it and let others decide. Maybe it’ll be a real gem one day. Everything had to start from something. I’m sure someone thought selling bread already sliced would never catch on and hey the cliché ‘that’s the best thing since sliced bread’ has to mean it caught on in a big way.

So I swam 30 lengths of a 50m pool today. Swimming is so soothing. It’s just you and silence. Well, mostly silence except for the splashing, the deep inhaling and the kids. It is silent when you are under the water. My point is simply that I tend to find inspiration when I’m swimming. Actually it may be just a water thing for me to be honest. I get hit with the inspiration bat lying in the bath, standing under the shower, in the rain oh most especially in the rain. Maybe, if I believed in reincarnation which I don’t think I do, I was a cloud or a fish in a previous life. Can you even be reincarnated as a cloud? It isn’t really permanent, tends to dissipate. So maybe not a cloud.

I swam and cleared my head, to make a path for the future career inspiration I was hoping for to paddle its way in to my thoughts, when I got an eerie feeling. You know the feeling you get in Horror movies where the girl wakes up in the middle of the night to a noise and goes to investigate (normally clad in a see through white singlet and her underwear) and you are screaming at her ‘Stay in bed! Lock the door! Stop you stupid hot chick you are going to die!’ – you know that feeling? The something bad is about to happen feeling – well, I got that about halfway through a free-styling lap. I stopped. Treading water I looked underneath me (old habit, I’m scared of the Kreepy Krauly) – nothing. Then a flash of hot pink caught my eye. I knew what was coming. I couldn’t turn back. I was going to have to face it when I reached the other side of the pool. I would need to face it sometime or get out the pool and make a run for it.

So I swam, I swam for my life to the other side. I had to open my eyes. I had to turn around to go back. I looked. There ‘it’ was standing by the side of the pool like a bad David Hasselhoff impersonator – the middle aged man in the hot pink budgie smugglers.

Try clearing your head of that image. No inspiration for me today.