I’ve been in a slump for months! A nasty rut filled with one challenge after another. The flu from hell, a hurricane, a boyfriend break-up, an auto accident, a hurried-up car search, a blankety-blank auto insurance company that made my life a living hell. You get the picture – I was transformed from a fairly pleasant person to a snarling junkyard dog!
But that was then and this is now. I’m well now, dodged the hurricane, mostly over the break-up and I’ve found a way to cope with the insurance company without frothing at the mouth. The first thing I did as soon as I climbed halfway out of the pit was get myself back to the gym–after almost a year away. Time for a comeback.
And so, after a few lively sessions of Senior Dance at the YMCA I’m a new woman!! Make no mistake, “senior” dance may be scaled down a little for us lower-impact ladies, but it’s still a kick-ass workout. And the bee-bop is straight from our era – the swingin’ sixties!
I didn’t realize how much I was missing FUN. And let me tell you, dancing is fun! I feel like a go-go girl, a belly dancer, a salsa queen and a NYC rockette all rolled into one when that music starts pounding. Arm-flinging, feet-kicking, hip-gyrating, whirling, twirling FUN.
So now, when I have to talk to that blankety-blank insurance company, I will keep my composure, and if I feel the steam in the pressure cooker starting to build up, I’ll hop in my new car and go strut my stuff on the YMCA dance floor for an hour of unmitigated, sweat-slinging, heart-pumping FUN!