Once upon a time, I loved going to the gym. I went regularly. I loved Zumba, too. When I became a mom, life got so crazy (and unexpected) that the gym was the last thing on my mind. .
There were so many other things that took my focus, time, emotional, and mental energy. .
I still felt active, what with mom life and breastfeeding. I didn’t have to worry about weight. .
But recently I realized I could still do better. Self-care was non existent in my life. I started to think about my strength. Stamina. Keeping up with my boy for as long as I can, and the examples I want to set. .
I’ve felt an overwhelming need to purge recently. To clear the clutter. To get rid of things around my home that I don’t use, don’t wear, or is tied to a negative time of my life. .
I’ve felt the overwhelming need to sweat. To detoxify. Both in my space, and with myself. I need to move, sweat it out. All of it. Leave it behind. Lose it. Rid myself. You feel me? .
A recent series of events led to a shift in perspective. My hard times certainly haven’t passed, but I refuse to stay stagnant until they are “over”. .
I can feel myself bubbling up to the top of my troubles, and I know I can ride them like a peaceful warrior. In control of my ship, no matter how forceful the waves. I will show my son yes, there are times we are brought to our knees, rendered immobile. But then we rise, and rage.