Artistic Swimming | 4/28/2025 2:56:00 PM

Dear Artistic Swimming,

I don't really know how to say goodbye to something that has been a part of me for sixteen years. I've spent more of my life with you than without you. You've been my routine, my escape, my challenge, my constant.  

You gave me structure when I needed it, and chaos when I could handle it. You taught me that discipline isn't glamorous — it's waking up before the sun, pushing through the days when my body and mind wanted to quit, and showing up when no one is watching. You taught me how to fall short and how to keep moving anyway.  

Now it's time to let go. Not because I've stopped loving you, but because I'm growing into something new. Even though this goodbye feels like losing a part of myself, I know everything this sport gave me is staying. It's in how I carry myself, how I fight for what I care about, how I refuse to give up when things get difficult.  

Thank you for everything — the victories, the heartbreaks, the countless in-betweens. I'll miss you in ways I can't explain, but will always feel.