That Feeling When

"But how do you stop water from going up your nose?"
"Nose clip"
     As Tim Harford suggests, chaos is an important part of life that should be embraced, not avoided. He claims that it encourages progressive solutions and superior alternatives to habits, and I couldn't agree more. In synchronized swimming, there is always pure chaos under water. Sculling, lifting, kicking, swimming. To add on to that your basically half blind and everything is blurry because you can't wear goggles. How to get scored higher? Get closer. What does that entail? Kicking each other under water. What can that lead to? Getting kicking or smacked in the face and consequently getting your nose clip knocked off. 
    If that happens, the show must go on. Right? 
    I once had a team mate with a knee injury. A day before her small routine competition at nationals, she had a really bad episode of pain, and our team held its breath as she dove into the pool with her duet partner for her final performance. There was a collective gasp followed by dread when moments after coming up for her first hybrid upside down, her legs made a strange jolt that implied something was wrong with her leg. Those 3 minutes seemed like forever as we waited for the routine to be over to scope whether or not we needed to get medical attention. 
    When our teammate got out of the pool she was smiling, contrasting our frowns of concern. Her knee was fine, and what had actually happened was her nose clip had fallen off and she had swam the entire routine without it. A sense of relief flooded the team while our teammate declared from that point on she would no longer wear a nose clip since she didn't really need it. Out of chaos and the most dreaded thing that could happen during a routine flourished a convenient revelation. Sometimes all it takes is for your nose clip to fall of for you to realize you never needed it all along. 


   When multiple multiverses collided and the world was in chaos, spiderman found companionship. When covid hit, the world got a needed break from transport pollution. Often, the chaos we dread ends up being surprisingly pleasant. 

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