From my experience, the main difference between the buoyant and not-so-buoyant is simple. Economy.
You don't have to be strong or talented to be a good swimmer, you just have to learn to not panic. Once you realize that you can float, the strokes and kicks come easy.
But you can't force it. Folks that thrash and flail burn a ton of energy, lose their breath, then dip below the surface. Learn rhythm. Kick, stroke, breath... repeat.
Just some chaotic musing. When you learn survival swimming, the key is to alternate strokes and distribute the effort to different muscle groups. Then, when you feel overall fatigue, you float on you back and drift. Tilt your head back, gently flutter kick, and breath.
So that's the clumsy analogy. I'm drifting. The water around me (my life) is calm, but I am tired. I know how to swim, but I tell myself I need to save my strength. Because despite knowing how to swim, and being in good shape, I still think I will slip below the surface. I will thrash, panic and lose my breath. It's an irrational fear. But most fear is irrational.
I don't come here as often as I used to. But I think about many of you (and even worry about some). It seems like I'm never inspired to write anymore. I'm on-call again today for work, waiting for the phone to ring. Earlier this morning, I had to palletize five 55 gallon drums for a customer. He showed up to pick them up in a compact truck. I would have laughed, but part of me really expected that.
And that's the rub. Nothing surprises me any more. I see the insanity in our social / political world, and I yawn. I should laugh, or cry, or be angry.
Independence Day is coming up. I didn't even buy any fireworks this year. Been there, done that.
Anyway, my hubris was thinking that someone maybe noticed that I'm not as active on The Writing Forums as I have been. No problem here. Just on my back, flutter kicking. I should swim. I'm actually not too bad at it. It just seems there's no where to swim to.