Today, I jumped into our pool. Sure, it’s a normal thing to do on a summer Saturday. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. But for some reason, when I did it, the first thing I thought of when I got out was, “I have to blog about this!”
Why? I haven’t the slightest idea. Maybe I had been thinking about Day 2 of my ‘jumping in to blogging’ for June. Or, I could just be a bit kooky and thought that the actual act, rather than the metaphor, of jumping in was something the world would want to know about! (You *do* don’t you?)
Actually, I think it was because I jumped in and cleaned out a room in our home that *really* needed it. I just broke out the broom, the bleach, the sham-wows and went for it.
It was cathartic. It was not only cleansing for the room, but I got to get rid of a lot of junk, both literal and figurative. I worked out some things in my head that really needed some thought. It was freeing. I bleached out some stains that needed extra elbow-grease, that up until now – I just didn’t feel like giving.
So yeah, I think this ‘jumping’ in thing may turn out to be a good thing!