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Have you ever taken  a look at yourself in the mirror and told yourself you're fullll of it? On the hardest days of my water polo career, I was sure the only reason I kept working toward the Olympic dream was to get love and recognition. I felt fake, knowing there was no way I'd carry on if this was truly for passion. I cried over my guitar: "I'm a fake. I did this all so you would love me." Looking back, most of what I felt was stress-induced survival mode. However, the traces of impure motivation coupled with my desire to pursue music was reason enough to hang up my suit. The entire experience brought some reflections: 1. It is never time to quit when you're emotional. Your primitive brain only wants comfort for you; it will use fear and shame to prevent you from embracing challenges. Worthwhile challenges. Calm down, seek counsel. 2. Give...

My life is water.  From water I have come, of water I am made, and into water I jump every day. It's a mysterious substance. It brings life. And my teammates and I can manipulate it better than most. We move backward and forward, scull and jump, left and right, below and above. On early mornings, I abhor water. Its still and serene poolside appearance aligns with my morning calm, yet as I break its surface, I see it tells lies. It now manipulates me, disrupting and piercing my stiff body with cold, forcing it to wake up, to move, to get warm. I become aware of my breath. My life is water, yet water is also death. I careen my body to breathe, to open my mouth to air and water, making sure oxygen is inhaled and water is spouted back into the pool. An art becomes thoughtless survival. My life is water!...

A few days ago, my roommate texted me to ask if her friend from Scotland could stay in my room while I was out of of town. I received the text in the middle of class, read it quickly and forgot to write back. As I made my way home from the airport this morning, I remembered the text and was filled with shame: I forgot to write Steph back! You're so self-absorbed, Rosie!  I assumed the worst - that Steph figured I was too self-involved to get back to her request or that  maybe my not writing back was a passive aggressive way of saying, Heck no, a stranger will not sleep in my bed!  I quickly wrote her back to apologize for my forgetfulness. When I got home today, Steph's friend from Scotland, Lisa, peeked out of the family room to greet me. Hello! She told me she had stayed in my...

We were halfway down the steps to the metro. Running! The metro had arrived, and the doors were still open. We could make it! Maybeee. Three steps later the bell sounded, indicating the doors were closing. Shucks! We were only a few steps short. The doors closed. But we kept running those last few steps!!! I thought maybe they'd reopen. Sometimes that happens, right? The head of the train was right nearby, and there was a huge side view mirror the conductor could surely see us through. I thought maybe if he saw our efforts even after apparent failure, he'd soften to an act of kindness and reopen that door! And he did! I blew the side view mirror a kiss and jumped into the metro car. It's fun to live life thinking the world is rooting for you.   Photo courtesy of Margo Palmer...

This morning I was frustrated. Frustrated with things in the home. Silly things, like dishes and chores and upkeep. When I'm frustrated, I like to express my frustration. I'm not passive agressive, I'm agressive. I've got the DNA of an Italian or Moroccan woman, I'm just Canadian. I tell myself, If I want things to be a certain way, I have to express that the way they are is not how I'd like them to be. I must point out where things are falling short. And then people will change. Do you do that, too? When I sat down to gain control of myself, I found this in the Good Book: "But among you, those who are the greatest should take the lowest rank, and the leader should be like a servant." Which makes me think, If a leader is someone who wants to lead people in a certain way, and I want a certain way...

Do you ever get told you're doing too much? It's my most popular criticism from people who really know me. I'll sometimes angrily respond in my head, You just don't have the stamina I do!!! but end up crying a few days later because I'm overlwhelmed. Yesterday I paced the 8th floor hallway of Concordia University's Music department, mustering up the courage to make the I quit call. I paused to look at the city below from a floor to ceiling window and contemplate. While deep in thought, some music students came out of a nearby classroom: "Don't jump!!!" they joked. With feelings of, Will I lose out on opportunities if I quit? Am I letting him down? Am I just lazy? Maybe I can manage to do this all? I feel sooo bad!, it probably looked like I wanted to. Jerked out of my overanalysis by their laughter, and my response, which was, "But I can fly!!!", I...