There's this scene in the movie Big Fish where one of the main characters is laying in a bathtub fully clothed. When his wife comes in and finds him, by way of explanation, he says, "I was drying out." I've always loved that movie, probably in large part because I have always related so strongly to that one line. It's in my bones, and my name...which is said to mean "keeper of the sea" in Welsh.
Growing up in Southern Oregon, we were surrounded by lakes, rivers, and the ocean (not to mention some awesome public pools). Most of my favorite summer memories involve some body of water...and now, if I spend too much time away from those bodies of water, I start to feel like I'm drying out.
On Sunday, I was feeling restless. Dried out. I suggested going swimming at my parents' house, but they were headed up to the lake up in the mountains where my brother works to have lunch with him. The same lake where I literally spent hours and even days wakeboarding in high school. The same lake where I remember watching the 4th of July fireworks as a kid. The same lake where Justin and I met. The same lake that, despite my love, we hadn't been to yet this year because we have been trying to conserve on gas. I love the lake, and it had been awhile since we visited with my parents. I wanted to go.
I asked if there was room for us to tag along in my parents' car, and there was. I knew that Justin didn't really want to go. There was laundry to be done, grass to be mowed, and a million other things to do at home. As we discussed it in the car, Lizzy was yelling, "NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE LAKE! I DON'T WANT TO SWIM!" from the backseat. But ultimately, Justin left it up to me to decide. And I wanted to go. I felt dried out. And I was irritated that we had stayed home most of the day on Saturday to clean but still hadn't actually done much. I was dubious that we would actually get anything done that particular Sunday afternoon either. And I was a little irritated that Justin hadn't planned a time for our anniversary date this weekend, and was feeling like if we weren't going to go on that darn date, and we probably weren't going to end up cleaning (again), we might as well go do something fun as a family. So I said, "Let's go."
And the water...oh, the water!
Truly, the water is good for my soul. Even though I just waded in and didn't actually swim (though now I'm kinda desperate to go swimming for real soon), it still managed to leave me feeling rested and renewed in a way that little else does.