So there was a moment in my life when I was sure that I would never breathe underwater; most of us are sure of that, right? Until one day Jason came home and told me that we were going to become scuba divers! He was thrilled… I was less than that… much less. I didn’t want to do it, why in the world would we need to do such a thing?
The issue was that it was not only Jason who was trying to talk me into learning all of this breathing under the water stuff; his parents were in on it too! His mom and I are very much alike, she hadn’t wanted to learn either, but she did and she loved it! So, due to an enormous amount of peer pressure, begging, and promises of a trip to Hawaii, I agreed… how could I not?
I certified and landed in Hawaii where I went scuba diving in clear/clean/not lake water for the first time ever. I was absolutely hooked! It was so amazing, beyond amazing, to know that I could stare those fishes right in their little fishy faces!
I did it, I learned to breathe underwater, and I will never go back to traveling and only exploring the land… now I will explore the oceans too.
I won’t say that I feel like I was meant to scuba dive or anything, I still feel amazingly out of place and nervous when I am diving but I do in fact love it.
So, before I was just some girl, walking on the beach. After, I am just some girl swimming along on the ocean floor, doing something I never thought I would do… breathing underwater.