I’m a happy little thing tonight. I have 10 minutes to write, and then it’s gift-wrapping and bed.
I didn’t want to go to the gym today. I almost didn’t. It’s dreary and cold, and I just didn’t want to go out in it. Coach was offsite, and I was on my own. I pulled myself together, repeated the Nike mantra, “Just do it,” in my head a hundred times, and got in the car.
Once I got there, I was fine. I did a full round of leg work, complete with presses, assorted girl parts, and some ab work on the swings. Then I sat in the sauna and ordered a couple of Christmas gifts on my iPhone. Hey, I’m all about multi-tasking.
I decided to lock my bag up and leave it to ensure I would make it back for the evening dance class. I wasn’t too impressed. The cute young girl obviously had some training, but her rhythm wasn’t fantastic, and some of the choreography looked like she made it up on the spot. Kinda weird.
I felt awkward and klutzy as I tried to make some sense of her steps and work in my own style. Some of it worked, some of it didn’t. She asked me about my dance experience after class – said she could tell. I guess that’s good. Maybe. I felt pretty old.
I’m getting super-excited for the week’s festivities. I’m trying so hard not to have any expectations and just let the moments come, because every time I try to plan and manipulate I end up disappointed. I want to stay in the moment – in Love – and let Life happen. I want to savor and enjoy and receive the gifts the Universe has for me, whatever they may be.
I’m ready. Bring it.