All of my Jazzercise ladies can attest to one thing: I am not perfect. Nor, do I claim to be! Just this week alone, my music went on the fritz, I kept messing up my opener, and it was one trip up after another. We laughed, we danced, and continued on through my frustration. After class, all the ladies reassured me that the music and the mishaps didn’t bother them at all. We got a good work out, we finished class, and that’s what matters! I love my Jazzercise tribe.
Every person that walks through those doors have personal baggage, demons, troubles, whatever you want to call them! It can weigh you down, trouble your heart, but once that music starts, you forget it all for that one hour until you have that cathartic release that only good exercise can give you. I am ready for that today!
For those of you that know me really well, I speak my mind. The closer you are to me, the less sugar coated my truth becomes (if you don’t believe me, ask my husband!). I try not to be harsh, but I feel that life is too short to not tell the truth. My love to my friends is to be honest and loyal.
Now, I want to take a quick departure in defining two different concepts. There is truth and then there is opinion. What I may believe may not necessarily be truth. And vice versa. What may be truth is not what I necessarily want to believe.
Okay, back at it. Sometimes, when I speak the truth, it comes across harsh, perhaps even snobby. I can’t always gauge how others interpret me, but I always hope that truth would prevail over pride and hubris. But I may not always give the truth in love and in humility, and it may not be received with open hearts or with sincerity.
All of this to say, I think I am in trouble for saying the truth. Not opinion. Truth. Facts. Very distinct right or wrong, black and white.
But I’m not bothered about getting in trouble. My style of honesty is not everyone’s cup of tea. I just hate the fact that people get angry enough to complain about me but cannot come to me directly. In many ways, I feel that you don’t deserve to complain if you can’t back up your own judgement.
Anyway, that’s as far as I can delve into the situation without going into details. This will be my burden today when I walk through those doors this afternoon for class. My tribe will be there, smiling, ready to work it out with me. I’m thankful that they accept me just as I am.