Two weeks into a personal Year of Jubilee I’m surprised to discover – no let me rephrase that – I’m shocked to discover, how much my body wants to move. Who knew shedding expectations could be so energizing?! I’m not the exercising kind of girl. Gym memberships and tread mills have not figured prominently in my past. I admit I’ve had the occasional fling with an elliptical trainer but nothing you might call a long term relationship.
New Year’s resolutions just don’t seem to fit the spirit of a Jubilee so I didn’t make any this week. I’ve spent a number of decades faithfully making and breaking resolutions and the attending guilt and self loathing are what I’d like not to experience this year. Yet here I am hiking any chance I get, climbing the stairs instead of taking the elevator (I know, I can’t believe it either!) and dancing like a maniac all over my little apartment. It just feels sooooo good! Happiness and joy are leaking out and my feet want to move.
I never learned to dance when I was a teenager. And I am not naturally coordinated. My so called attempt at dance is not the stuff of dreams. It’s spastic and silly and probably a little terrifying judging from the expressions on my husband and daughters faces as I’ve careened about with my I-pod shuffle shoved in my ears. It just feels sooooo good! What can I say?
A young friend of mine invited me to join a burlesque exercise group this week. She told me that the instructors are really, really sweet; the members are all ages and shapes and there are no expectations. I didn’t say yes but I haven’t said no yet either. I’m thinking…it’s my party. I’m gonna’ dance if I want to!
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