I took a Zumba class once. It was part of a staff development thing going on at the WAC when I taught there. They wanted us to take classes we had never done or something. I remember thinking, "I'm a former dancer. I coach cheer. I have taught aerobics for a zillion years. I can do this." I was WRONG! More wrong than any person could ever be. I have never in all my life felt more like I had two left feet. In fact, I have never in my life felt like I had two left feet. I have actually always felt quite coordinated. But not when taking Zumba! I remember it CLEARLY that moment where I stood there, surrounded by seventy year old ladies moving their hips in ways that I had never seen before, thinking, "I signed up for the WRONG class! I need pre-beginner level Zumba! or Zumba for idiots or something..... because this... THIS is WAY too hard for ME!
I feel like that every now and again in life. I feel like I signed up for the wrong class. I look around my life and think this is WAY too hard for me! I canNOT do this! I need pre-beginner level life or life for idiots! Today it isn't really anything Mt. Everest like. It is just a bunch of Rocky Mountains that have me feeling dwarfed and incompetent. A $929 ambulance ride bill (which SHOULD be covered by insurance yet is nonetheless still daunting)... The episode John had last night at my mother's birthday party (which he recovered from after just 10 minutes but nonetheless it scared the peanuts outta me).... The CHAOTIC array in the living room, the few dishes which remain from Sunday's party, the laundry piled up to my gills (which I know will ALL eventually be dealt with nonetheLESS they represent a LOT of work for me)...
I'm trying to remember how I got through that EVIL Zumba class. I was really having a hard time following the steps.... the people all around me were distracting and the names of the steps were confusing and if I caught sight of myself in the mirror I was MORTIFIED.... instead of looking around at others or watching myself in the mirror, I just focused on the teacher, and then I think I just gutted it out, looking like a fool, and just MADE IT through. So I guess that is what I should do here too: focus on the Teacher... gut it out... look like a fool... and just MAKE it through.... Sometimes in life (and Zumba) you just have to make it through.... the victory is sometimes in just enduring... you don't have to make it look pretty.... you don't have to be the best... you don't have to move your hips in unfathomable ways like those 70 year old ladies who take Zumba every day.... you just have to make it THROUGH! And the only way to really do that is to get your focus off your circumstances and yourself, and focus in on the Teacher!
More power to all of you... I'm going to go tackle one of those Rocky Mountains now. Hope you're having a great day!
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