Moment.
Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
(Author: Ali Edwards)
Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
(Author: Ali Edwards)
It was cool in the room. The whirr of the fans a faint backdrop to the chatter of the people standing around. Places. Everyone seemed to have a place. Not me. I searched the floor space for a vacancy, somewhere off to the side, out of the way, but I was too late.
Gray, cotton shorts swish against my legs as I move forward.
Gently herded to the middle of the room, directly in front of the instructor. She's petite. Maybe all of almost 5'. A powerhouse of confidence and strength dressed in board shorts and a black tank, hands gloved and clenched.
The music starts. Pounding its way through the wooden floor, urging muscles, long out of use, to move. Panic.
Can I do this?
Charmed, mirroring the motions, just a beat behind. Warmth spreading across my limbs. Hairspray and scented lotion waft across the room. Black amethyst.
I think I can do this.
Heart pounding. Flashes of nike and under armour. The floor beneath us reverberates with the pounding of soled empowerment. Ki-ya!
I can do this.
Sweat drips beneath my shirt, dark patches a testament to the exorcising of fear. Feeling the burn. I smile.
I AM DOING THIS.
Faster, stronger. Just a few more minutes. Pushing through the ache.
The music slows, the noise recedes. Flowing, releasing, breathing.
Can I do this?
Charmed, mirroring the motions, just a beat behind. Warmth spreading across my limbs. Hairspray and scented lotion waft across the room. Black amethyst.
I think I can do this.
Heart pounding. Flashes of nike and under armour. The floor beneath us reverberates with the pounding of soled empowerment. Ki-ya!
I can do this.
Sweat drips beneath my shirt, dark patches a testament to the exorcising of fear. Feeling the burn. I smile.
I AM DOING THIS.
Faster, stronger. Just a few more minutes. Pushing through the ache.
The music slows, the noise recedes. Flowing, releasing, breathing.
I can do this again.
(2010 has been a year of deeply felt moments. Many of them I'm still working through. This day was a much needed reminder that although I can't control what's going on around me, I can take ownership of what's going on inside of me. Sometimes it's as simple as needing a little guidance, a bit of support, and a hot and sweaty workout to refocus my 'can do, love Life' attitude! Then there are the days I eat chocolate.
I know I'ma little behind with the prompts, but I fully intend to complete each one! In pursuit of that, I will probably fudge the dates, so the prompts stay in order. No, not a necessity, but will certainly help me to stay organized!)
(2010 has been a year of deeply felt moments. Many of them I'm still working through. This day was a much needed reminder that although I can't control what's going on around me, I can take ownership of what's going on inside of me. Sometimes it's as simple as needing a little guidance, a bit of support, and a hot and sweaty workout to refocus my 'can do, love Life' attitude! Then there are the days I eat chocolate.
I know I'm
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