Three Things I Learned From One Night of Zumba
I walked into my first Zumba class last night. I wish there were some way to convey on paper just how much my entire body aches today after having subjected it to “dance” moves it’s never, ever had to do before. But as I reflect on the hour-long torture…I mean, exercise class, it got me thinking about how Zumba relates to my season of transition right now and lessons I can take away from it, (besides that I need to probably change my heritage). I walked into the class by myself : It seemed everyone else came with a friend, and I was all alone. With the kids in school and the husband starting his classes, I feel alone a lot. And, I don’t like it. I want friends to do life with. Even coworkers who have to work with me would be better than no one. And yet, I was in a room full of people. People whom I can choose to do more than just stand by. People I can dance with! I felt so self-conscious : In many ways, (if we rely on stereotypes alone), I should have be