1 small moment that compounds
My seven-year-old slips into the pool like he belongs there. No hesitation. No noise. The water meets him and he relaxes into it, as if it’s always known his name. When I was twelve, my friends used to swim every summer in a freezing river near my home in Waterford, in the south of Ireland. They took lessons. They learned properly. I didn’t. I announced, loudly and proudly, that I’d teach myself. No classes. No help. Just bravado. The kind that sounds strong at twelve and looks stupid in hindsight. Fast forward four decades. I can swim. Technically. But I’m cautious. Awkward. Always aware of my limits. My son, on the other hand, started swimming at six months old. No ego. No declarations. Just repetition, guidance, and time in the water. At seven, he’s a better swimmer than I’ll probably ever be. And that’s the point. Talent didn’t beat me. Fear didn’t beat me. Time didn’t beat me. Pride did. I confused independence with strength. Avoidance with courage. Saying “I’ll figure it out” with actually doing the work. Watching him glide past me in the pool isn’t embarrassing. It’s clarifying. The lesson wasn’t about swimming. It never was. It’s about how many things we’re still bad at, not because we can’t learn, but because once upon a time we decided we wouldn’t. To this day, I still catch myself saying, “I can do it myself.” But now I hear it differently. Not as strength. As a choice. Because the real difference between me and him was never talent or timing. It was willingness. Willingness to be guided. Willingness to learn out loud. Willingness to let someone else into the water. And once you see that, you can’t unsee it. I’ve watched the same pattern play out in business. Founders say “I’ll figure it out myself,” and quietly pay for it in time, money, and momentum. You’re not stuck with what you can or can’t do. You’re standing in front of a choice. And suddenly the question changes. Not “Can I do it myself?” But “Why would I want to?”