February 22, 2018 (day 9)
I wanted to buy this mug yesterday off the clearance table in our local bookstore, but I don’t really use mugs and I do have a budget. So instead, I often take a photo like a bumper sticker for my heart, mind, spirit, sense of humor. I like my pink thermos cup that keeps my coffee hot coupled with a stainless steel straw and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I digress. This mug. I hesitate to post because of the language, but let’s get real. I curse. Especially when it adds some punctuation to the statement.
This feels like a good post for a Friday. Especially coming off of a Thursday where I got to take a ride with James L (SoulCycle James L.) My weekly closest version of a flash mob I’ll ever be a part of. And a big dose of hip hop motivational church therapy Tony Robbins meets Oprah meets my angel therapist Annette with my favorite coaches Amy and B encouraging me in their own special way. And while my weekend plans certainly don’t seem grand and yet they do (some gathering, working, and just everyday life) ….what I know is that I take that hour for myself every Thursday and I’m more me. Sweaty, happy, dancing me. High fiving my neighbor. Cheering out as he asks us how we’re doing. Hoping I don’t hit my head trying to do push ups and clap while pedaling with the insanely fast beat. I push when my body says “I can’t” and I carry away a few gems like, “life happens FOR you, not TO you. The hurdles are gifts.” “YOU access your joy”. I stay present to the music and the narrator in the dark room and everything else melts away. And out I go to do the other 23 hours, whatever they may bring. I remember a side of myself there that loves this mug. Even if I am the triangle player in the grand orchestra. I do it with great enthusiasm and wedding line dancing style.
Already today has been a bit of plan B. A few lingering question marks and hiccups and that’s a-ok. I am learning that there is a good comfort zone and another which wants to keep me from growing. And a lot of things simply out of my hula hoop control. I think I’m going to change my alarm clock to The Sugarhill Gang singing “Apache.” And there is always some old school cool down or warm up song “Will You Be There”, “Bring Me to Life”, Coldplay, Whitney, Gaga, Eminem. Let’s not forget my Hamilton theme ride with another instructor on the 4th of July. Speaking of epic sh*t.
I didn’t like spinning a year ago. Or that’s what I thought anyway. Make the new recipe. Apply for the job. Book the reservation. Pick up the phone. Commit. Let go. Dig in. Say yes. If I can show up for day 9 year 2…you’ve got this. We’ve got this.