few days ago, I gave myself up to nostalgia and regret inflection of voice that clearly fell silent. I am no less melancholy than the other day, I am perhaps even more, but it will go this time instead of a surge of joy!
I share my happiness, which many already share: read Patty O'Green !
Never have I read blog if perpetually charged! And colored (in every sense, of course)! And sensitive! Brilliant! Patty O'Green is one of my greatest joys on the net.
In one of his wonderful piece, my favorite Patty spoke of the happiness she felt great to cross lakes, no matter which, by swimming. It's like that! She did not faint of heart. Patty did all the intrepid comes into his head. Patty is the friend that I needed to have both when I was a young girl when I was this shy girl overprotected. Better late than never! I read it hoping to be contaminated by it.
One of the reasons why I love so much is that this text represents an opposition so perfect between Patty and me and it touches a very sensitive chord in me. When I was a kid I spent every day of summer hours in our above ground pool. One day when I was a teenager, I decided to put myself doing laps ... or should I say curves! I walked the circumference of our pool for 45 to 60 minutes, without worrying that a 18 foot above ground pool is not the best place to swim. I swam, looking at the trees behind the yard of my parents - the trees that lived in this small wooded area that I loved so much and now disappeared, giving way to houses of this new development ridiculously ugly and ridiculously expensive. I looked, I said, trees, dreaming that I was in a lake and strength to swim, I forgot where I was. In my head, I was so absorbed by the thought that it was to me as if I was there. I thought these people that I had heard that crossed long lake to swim and I told myself that someday I would do it too.
I have not yet crossed lakes. That's the difference between me and Patty Patty drunk through the lakes of the powerful sensation of be in a lake, it captures the reality head on, while that I continue to dream at all possible, dozing on the banks of the imagination.
still be able to finally admit that I dream about all the possibilities is not satisfactory and I feel myself a violent need to immerse myself in reality. I say this, but I know well and long, I'm faced with this sudden desire, this desire of matter. However, I oscillate between these two desires, without being able to satisfy neither the one nor the other. Like when I'm swimming in my imagination, I have come to need material, even when I enter the field with both hands I need my imagination to arrive at well feel what I saw. Too much material as it is not enough. In the immediate future, I feel nothing, I am dazzled. I need a remote for good living things.
Still, I am due to try to cross a lake! It is further necessary to learn to swim decently. I tried to take a swimming class last fall but I am loosely discouraged. I long to have to do lots of silly exercises before coming to swim properly and I could not afford to accelerate. My patience was not sufficient to compensate for my incompetence and I was feeling sorry and asked me: oh but why have I not earned swimming technique when I was very young? Now I know how to swim! Etc etc! But I'm learning to deal with my shortcomings, accept to run out of tips to make progress. That's how I finally bring myself to read English, overriding frustration of not understanding every word and accepting the impossibility to find each unknown word in the dictionary. Similarly, rather than discourage me and get back to my swimming technique bastard, I should devote myself to accept these laborious exercises which follow I will be able to learn to swim slowly.
Besides, I have a new goal! During one of my swimming lesson, I donned flippers and I was totally excited! I never expected to go so fast a distance from the water. Since I no longer dream only to cross the lakes but I also dream of exploring the depths thereof.
I'll start by learning to swim. In
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