How can a swimming pool unleash my dance goddess?

About every other month, I get the urge to go to the bookstore. I know there is a book just waiting there on the shelf for me, ready for me to take it home. For those of you who don't know me, I'm the Queen of the half-read self help book. Since starting Phusia, I've become the Queen of the half-read business book. My theory is if I've gotten something out of it, then it was worth it.

Sunday, Phat Sunday actually (my absolutely do no exercise day), I was pressed by my husband and youngest son to go to the pool. I don't love the pool. I actually don't even like it, but our son Brock loves it and he is pretty amazing in it too. I was thick and deep into my newest book "Brains on Fire: Igniting powerful, sustainable word of mouth movements" by Robbin Phillips, Greg Cordell, Geno Church and Spike Jones, and I really did not want to go to the pool. But I did. I left my book and phone at home, put on my suit (which means now I'm going IN) and headed out the door with them.

The pool we go to in town is a bath temperature, fairly anonymous hotel pool. We love the privacy and temperature. It is where Brock learned to swim. I got in and quickly forgot about everything. I was in the moment watching his every lap. I got "toypedoed" (with a toy torpedoe) over and over again. We had a blast and I even practiced some swim strokes.

We returned home, made a great dinner (Ernie helped - oh yes he did) and settled in for the night. I was able to return to my book, refreshed, focused and eager. After escaping for just a little while to a place I was less than excited about I was more open to some Phusia forward motion. The fact that I was able to enjoy my beautiful youngest son and come home refreshed was an unexpected treat.

I wonder where I'll find my next unexpected inspiration......


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