I have always had a special affection for water, the sea, and lakes. It’s nothing unusual; humanity has been drawn to the oceans and sought adventure since the beginning of time.

For me, water is not just a path to something new; for me, water is life in the here and now. I drink from it to quench my thirst. I watch the river slowly flowing by and feel the peace it brings.

Right now, I find myself in a trough, like being on a stormy sea where the waves rise high around me. The waves are vast, and there is ample space to breathe, but at this moment, I cannot see the shore. I am safe here in the trough, safe in the sea because I know that eventually, it will lift me up on a wave. I feel secure because storms subside.

I have always loved the changeability of the sea, drawn to its waves. My fondest memories of the sea are from times when the waves were at their highest, where a measure of fear mixed with the thrill of being exactly where I was. Finally rounding an island and suddenly finding calm waters where the sun magically peeked through. The incredible thought—could it be so simple? Where did the storm go? A few steps through the woods, looking out to the other side—there it was, the stormy sea. It remained. Or that time I was swimming, tossed back and forth between troughs and peaks, eventually spotting the last buoy to make it to shore and throw myself onto the bike.

The waves are at their best when the strength within me is present. But I trust the sea, for it takes me to where I belong. It leads me to calm and moves me forward. It comforts me and lifts me when I am weak. Right now, it is not meant for me to look either back or forward; I need only to be still. Rest. Find joy in the calm and wait with confidence to see where the sea takes me this time.

A life with Myocardial Bridge is a life full of exciting journeys that grow more numerous and longer with each passing year.