I’m eagerly waiting for the day when it all clicks—breathing, paddling, strokes—and I can swim on my own from one end to the other. That day doesn’t feel too far now.
Bit by bit, splash by splash — it’s all coming together.
This is where I gather scattered thoughts and moments—memories from the past, hopes for the future, and details of the present that often go unnoticed. My journal isn’t just about big events, but about the spaces in between: reflections, drifting thoughts, and the quiet rhythm of time.
No comments:
Post a Comment