After staring at the pool for weeks in quarantine, listening to the backyard chimes while I teach on camera from the second floor, I finally took a step into the water and tried to relax. But I’m not good at stopping. I’m not good at being calm or being chill. Especially now, when it’s impossible to ignore the world upended and uneasy. I feel like I need to be doing something, going somewhere, helping someone. But none of that works right now. None of that matches the moment. So I’m trying to do the thing I’m never good at doing. Slowing. Stopping. Breathing. I’m finding normal.
