12 years ago, I mentioned to my husband the idea of returning to my aquatics career. I remember the moment clearly. The words "I want to get back to the pool and develop a fitness career" were said out loud before I could think! A fanciful daydream shared with my life partner after a day of changing diapers, wiping little noses and cleaning up after my home daycare.
My husband interpreted the conversation differently. He went out and purchased swim tickets. He believed in me and gave me his steadfast support.
He gave me so many tickets that I still had a hand full left 12 years later.
The last time I was swimming regularly was just before my mom passed away. Then COVID closed the pool. Depression robbed me of my motivation. My swim bag was pushed to back of my office and forgotten.
Then one day, after months of hard work climbing out of the deep depression well, I was ready to get back to my swim routine. Pulling out my wallet, I found the last few swim tickets. The power of Derek's belief in me still radiated from them.