A week from tomorrow is my audition to become a Jazzercise instructor. A week. The waiting is agony. I’m nervous because in some ways I feel like I’m not ready. I’m anxious because in many ways I feel like I am ready and just want to get it over with. The days loom over me as I wait. Practice. Wait. Hurt. Wait. Practice some more. That’s the cycle I’m in, and I’m ready for it to be over! This entire…
On the very last game of my son’s soccer season, some players didn’t show up for the game, so my son played goalie for the second half. He hadn’t played goalie all season, but he rose up to the challenge. He played really well, made some great stops, but also had 2 goals scored on him as well. Overall, he had a really great game and his team won. After the game, his dad and I asked him if he…
I obsess over numbers. Or more precisely, I obsess over the scale. I weigh myself every day. Every morning. Sometimes in the afternoon. Every night when I change into my pajamas. I stare at those numbers, sometimes in ecstasy as they reflect a desired change and sometimes in frustration when they reflect decisions that weren’t so kind to my calorie count. But why? Why do I step on that little square, worry about what it’ll say, wonder what I could…