The only reason I hate the open waters is it puts me in a spiral of thoughts.

What next? Where to? How am I going to get where I have to? Am I doing enough for those around me? Will my work matter? Am I a good citizen, to my country and to the planet? Do I deserve to take so much time-off? Is my privilege well-earned?

Contrary to what I’d been told, the water makes me feel small and insignificant. It mesmerizes and also asks a lot of questions. And yet I return, for it is this introspection that gives some direction.

Plus, I have the most beautiful therapist with me. Who very calmy reminds me, ‘You are enough and more. Don’t worry about tomorrow, you will do great’. And though I know it’s only out of love, I choose to believe her and steal a minute away from this chaos to enjoy the beauty in front of me.