Earlier this year, I decided to start swimming again after a 7-year hiatus.

It’s been about two and a half months now, and it’s been a glorious avenue into deeper power, embodiment, flow, and aliveness.

(Fun bonus: it’s also done wonders for my upper body strength.)

And it’s felt like being reunited with a friend I haven’t seen in years, just picking up the conversation right where we left off.

After I wrapped up my college swimming career, I thought this part of my story was over.

I wasn’t particularly sad about this. I felt complete + ready to give my energy to other things.

But I assumed the magic I felt in the water would no longer be accessible to me.

So this feeling of reemergence + reconnection has felt a little like a miracle -- surprising + really beautiful.

And in a bigger sense, there’s something remarkable about the experience of believing a doorway is sealed shut only to find I am able to easily open it + walk through.

It was simple. One day, I just woke up from a vivid dream with swimming on my mind, knew I wanted to get back into water, did about 15 minutes of internet research to figure out how I could do that, signed up, and showed up at the pool the next day.

It was that easy + ordinary.

And it left me feeling kind of awe-struck about how simple it was to just step back into a current of magic + power I assumed was no longer available to me -- how sometimes, we can just decide to do the thing we feel inspired to do, and then life is different.

It’s reminded me that sometimes things are more possible than they seem.

Sometimes, the magic we believe has passed is just dormant, waiting for us to be ready to welcome it back in another form.

And this gives me a lot of hope. I hope it does for you too