Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I zumba with my good friend Sarah. The plan is to be at my office at 7am, where we head out into the Habitat workshop, play one of a series of tapes, and dance our hearts out. As we would say in the office, "it's very Habitat." I mean that I often use water bottles that volunteers will later drink as weights, though this morning I used monkey wrenches - I looked even cooler than you're imagining right now.
But today was typical in that I got up a few minutes late, and stumbled to get my teeth brushed and workout clothes on, leaving the house at 6:53. In the last couple years especially, I always seem to be 5 minutes late. It's embarrassing to me and feels really rude to leave whoever I'm meeting just waiting for me.
So I speed.
This morning was no exception, but today I got caught.
It's been years since I was pulled over, and as I was waiting in my car with the bright lights flashing behind me, I was surprised by two things:
1. My first reaction was, "Oh, God is warning me to slow down."
Life right now seems to be a sprint. (maybe more about this later.)
2. I didn't have that horrible gut-wrenching panic that I've experienced in the last few years. Instead I felt peace at the justice of it. Isn't that weird?
I thought I'd write more, but now it's my turn in the post-zumba shower.
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