Learning to swim

Last night, a dancer asked me whether I consciously made space for positivity.
I said I am focusing on my thoughts these days.
My own personal thought policeman.
Actively observing and listening to my internal dialogue.
I find it helps me discard the negative chatter.
It used to be really loud and even angry sometimes.
But it’s not angry anymore, and nor is it loud.
Its persistence seems to have lost its overwhelming power.
It reminds me of when my father taught us to swim in the sea.
It was in Hawaii. The waves were big and strong.
He showed us how to dive through.
I still get anxious, every now and then.
But it feels more like the shudder of a wave as it passes over.