Today at the count of 3,2,1 from my oldest son I plunged into the cold October waters of Lake Erie. It was a summer like day and the waters refreshed and invigorated my soul.
I sat there on the shore and watched the children frolic with joy in that chilly water for close to an hour. I told myself, “Before we go I’m going in”.
At some point, despite the absurdity and coldness and knowing I would have to take a shower for a two second plunge into the water I got up and jumped in. Because truly how many times can you say you swam in Lake Erie in October?
We each get one glorious life, and I’m weary of living mine boxed in by what I “should” be doing as an adult.
One life, let’s live it.