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So this was the first week of 4 year old preschool and even though I love having a schedule, my brain is a little mushy from getting up so early. Please, cut me a little slack with this post!
So yesterday, as tired as I was, I dragged my ass to the gym to try Zumba. I am not sure if this was a true Zumba class since the teacher had us do a watered-down version of Michael Jackson’s Thriller (all I could think of was that scene from Thirteen Going on Thirty when Jennifer Garner’s character got everyone to do Thriller dance at her work party), but it was fun.
I don’t usually go to this class but wanted to give it a try, and who do I see there, but my friend Nan. To give a bit of background on Nan, she was my eighth grade English teacher. I will never forget the writing assignment she had us do that asked us to describe fall with our five senses. I remember feeling excited about using the thesaurus to learn new words to use in this paper. I felt alive when I was writing it. (In retrospect, another clue that I was a future blogger, right?) She was also my mentor when I started teaching at that very same school. Nan became my friend.
Never in a million years would I think that I, a former English teacher, turned stay-at-home mom who is now a blogger/aspiring writer, would be doing Zumba with her eighth grade English teacher. (And the English teacher in me hates that that sentence is incorrect, but learning to deal with the fact that style and voice do not always go hand-in-hand with correct grammar). Nan just retired and started talking about her feelings revolving around this huge change. We talked about how you never know where life is going to take you.
All I ever wanted to be was a mom and a teacher. Well, I checked those two things off my list, and I thought I was done. I felt a bit disappointed when I discovered that the teacher thing wasn’t for me. The Mom Thing is great, but I felt that I needed a little something just for me. I felt a majorly despondent tad bit depressed when I thought, at thirty-two, my life had already been lived and this. was. it.
And then blogging came along. I used to think that when people said that you needed to follow what you love in order to be happy was a bunch of crap. I have reconsidered my position on this statement, and I do think it’s true. More true than I ever thought. I have always loved writing, and by doing it, not only am I becoming a better version of myself, I am meeting a whole new community of people who get me. I am also learning of different opportunities that have to do with writing and blogging.
It’s easy to get stuck in your life and not even be aware of all that is out there. For me, it has taken a lot of guts to break out of that rut and make new choices for the life that I want to have. And it’s slowly coming along. Big-time life changes don’t happen overnight. But I am just happy to see things going in the right direction, you know?
Are you in the middle of a transforming anything? Your life? Your closet? Your morning routine? Do tell!
Have a great weekend!