My swimming instructor was a drill sergeant. Literally. Every week myself and nine other elementary kids were dropped off, abandoned by our mothers to Sergeant YES SIR. The lessons were on an army base with a man built like a bulldozer, who I’m convinced didn’t like children. And the pool was cold.
The sergeant didn’t teach. He commanded. When YES SIR barked, we scrambled.
Jump into the water! Climb out! Lie on your stomach! Practice the stroke! Back to the pool! Swim!
He drilled us. He pushed us. We practiced hard. Then harder. Knees knocking and shivering, we lined up to follow the tyrant’s arm motions for the crawl. Forget about easy, hang-on-to-the-edge-of-the-pool-and-kick lessons. We practiced form on rough concrete, then jumped into the freezing water to swim length of the pool over and over because—
The Olympic-size pool didn’t daunt Sergeant YES SIR.
According to YES SIR, breathing with your face planted in the water was easy-peasy. Just rotate your arms; let them pull you through the water. Exhale and inhale. But my windmill arms never synced with the breathing part. Instead, my routine was to: 1. Inhale water 2. Gag and gasp 3. Repeat 4. Dogpaddle with head above water, desperate to live.
The grim task-master had poor eyesight. Blind to tears, he had no heart and ignored whimpers and blubbering. Excuses bounced off his thick hide. Each week we kicked like crazy and flailed our arms, but our best efforts never impressed Sergeant YES SIR.
Is this tyrant in your life?
He might have a different name—Mr. Perfectionism.
Set impossibly high expectations, add a steady stream of negative self-commentary and you’ll splutter to breathe. As a writer, I’ve discovered the dictator of perfectionism lurks within writer’s block. Author Michael Hayatt warns, “Perfectionism is the mother of procrastination.” Over and over, I remind myself to take off the editor’s hat—the voice of perfectionism—when I’m writing a first draft. Revision comes later.
My formidable swimming lessons ended. At the last session, I was so anxious to leave that I grabbed my clothes and went to the car in my wet swimming suit. Goodbye, Sergeant YES SIR. Years later, I competed in sprint triathlons which required swimming a half mile. Crowds cheered no matter the form or speed of the swimmers. I’m sure Sergeant YES SIR was not there because without shame, I did not invite him. No SIR.
Which Sergeant YES SIR stalks you? Hinders your writing?
Leave a comment! – Gretchen Carlson
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Love this post! Humor aids every lesson (which Sergeant YES SIR apparently didn’t have).
Bingo! You are right–he never smiled, and humor can open a heart. Thanks for joining us storytellers!
My Sergeant Sergeant YES SIR is the voice I hear in my head saying, keep your back straight, shoulders up, and don’t end a sentence with a preposition….ugh! But that’s how I speak!
My Sergeant YES SIR is the voice in my head telling me to keep my back straight, my shoulders back, and prepositions from the end of my sentences. Ugh! But that is how I speak!
Oh, how I identify, especially with those prepositions!
Excellent! Much more than just a good story of a childhood experience. Real wisdom about our own self imposed limitations.
Thanks! Sometimes its a battle to keep perfectionism under control.
So grateful you continue to push thru and write beautiful, inspiring stories – to motivate us to live faithfully – and well, just keep swimming!
Thanks for the encouraging words!
I had one of these only he was my swim coach! Only when I won a state championship did I appreciate how hard he pushed me to be better and reach my full potential. Good reminder!
Yes, Kudos to the coaches who help us succeed!
Isn’t it wonderful that God loves us, as imperfect as we all are. Those messages we got as children certainly impact our lives. How much better it would be if we could allow ourselves time to practice and grow! Keep writing, Gretchen! Your words can and do impact others.
Thanks, Donna!
Well written. I think we all can related to this story! You should be writing a daily devotion for everyone to enjoy!
I agree!
Wonderful post!