My music player had died in the night so I made a nice bed of softness and plugged it’s heart in.
While I waited for her to wake up, I did what only motivated got to do it now person woulda, and got out my computer and my mile long headphone string.
I danced and moved and zib zabbed in a diameter space of 6 feet.
I was deeply out of breath without the breaks of jogging down the driveway.
Music players heart had started beating at a good percentage so I got that on my head and got the steel wagon behind my arms and my son on top of it and jogged on the wet grass. Up hill and down hill. Then proceeded to kick around a kid soccer ball with him.
46 minutes of a higher intensity today. Yes.
I had plugged and pressed play and prilled up my April day.
A week ago a friend told me about a Church Easter Hunt,free pancakes,Service type a deal.
One week later I walked into that church having not told her I was going to go,with my son not knowing anyone.
Into the eating place, a boy from my sons school runs up. We sit with his mom and sisters.
I stand beside that Mom while the friend that invited me looks after the children in the nursery. My son and her son have interacted more with one another than we have. I feel at peace.
This is cool.
This is the socializing I would like to become more involved in. I am good at it. I like the confidence I can feel in knowing I am doing something that feels comfortable. Like my old self used to do with ease, with grace. With connection and soul and listening. I’m a pro.
Just over the years I started thinking too much.I was the minority for one thing, in the country of Thai Language, and then coming back here since I had lost a lot of my self over there, I couldn’t really stand on two feet conversing and feel good about it.