Torn

I am back once again to start off another week of mystery and adventure. I wish, it's just another day in the life of Jessica. Not too eventful, but I can say that I am not happy with a current situation going on right now. I feel like I am being split down the middle, being torn and I have no idea what to do.

Who would have thought swimming would take such a tole on not only my mind but my soul. I know it sounds corney and dumb, but it is true in a sense. I mean I have been swimming for as long as I can remember and I never rememeber truly loving it until the summer I started with Aquawolves. I mean, I didn't love all of the swimming, but I looked forward to going to practice and swimming with my best friends, swimming with the coach who changed my outlook on the sport. And now it's all coming to an end. I mean, yeah it came to an end when we all went to school, but now it's just more definate, more real to me. Since Jim retired a lot of things have been going through my head, and I don't think I have ever thought that hard about swimming before. I don't necessairly think that you should think too hard about something like that. It should just come and I should just go. Just swim fast has always been my thinking in the past.

I never would have thought Jim coming back would be so bittersweet. It's like a blessing, but a blessing in disguise and not many people are seeing beind the mask, if you will. In a lot of ways I agree with people who are going other places, but then there are times where I just want to shake them and tell them they will never swim with someone like Jim ever again, and they should take advantage of the time he has decided to be here for. But then again most people aren't me, they don't think like me, or train like me, so I guess I will just watch them slip away quietly from the best thing swimming ever had.

I can't control everyone, and it wouldn't be any good even if I could. This is just a part of life and I have noticed the hardest part of life I have had to experience so far; moving on. I hate it more than anything, and I hate the fact that I look back on the way things used to be so much. It definately makes things harder, because there are times where I wish I was numb to change, then it wouldn't hurt so much. There are times where having having a heart of coal would be easier too. Too bad mine is far from it. I have tried teaching myself to look at things from a different perspective, but no matter what, it always comes back to how I feel and, esentially, what is making me smile, what is truly making me happy.

So when thinking about it, it's not hard to know what truly makes me happy; my friends, my family and how I live life. But now it seems all of these things are being split up, and I am holding on to each of them with my both arms, I am feeling like I am going to be ripped in half. Eventually I am going to have to let go of something before it hurts too much more. I have already watched some of my friends go, but I still feel like I have some of them with me, even if it is just their shoelace. Eventually everyone has to decide what they want in life and although it's never goodbye forever, it's almost just as hard. I feel like no matter where I turn, I will be turning my back on someone that cares for me and someone that I care for just as much.

So my situation is probably not that big of a deal from the big picture, but it is my life and this is a huge chunk of it. Thinking about swimming this much is painful just as thinking too much about anything is, but that's not the worst of it, the worst is feeling this much about the people and the sport. The feeling part is what definately hurts the most. And it's probably going to take a long time to heal.

So with all of that said I am going to practice, just a one day trail of the other team, I just wish it wouldn't be this hard. I wish the pain would all go away.