Sinking can mean a few things - and no matter what the circumstance when I felt ”I was sinking,” it has always had its own unique feeling, sensation, or physically tangible definition. And there is something definitely tangible about sinking. No matter how you feel it or use the phrase.
One of my favorite “sinkings” is jumping from the side of a pool into the deep end, and slipping down – the water rushing past – my hair furled out above me. But then the sensation that immediately follows is sweet. Try it. You suddenly switch from downward flight to hovering for a second in the water. Then comes the “incredible feeling of lightness” as you softly lift up, your hair now floating around you like a gentle cloud.
I am trying to have a perky “chin-up” approach to this sinking. I don’t know if it will have a turnaround or be anywhere as gentle coming up from.
Sinking is better then stinking!