“Hello Zumba my old friend
I’ve come to dance with you again…”
Simon and Garfunkel came to mind as I was walking baby girl into kinder today. It had been months since I had done any kind of workout, and if by workout you think I mean work out what the hell I’m going to wear in this temperamental weather, then you are WRONG.
As soon as she was settled I was back home getting ALL worked up.
“Within the sound of silence.”
Yep it was quiet alright. With the only sounds in the house being that of my TV Zumba instructor and his two female support acts, I jumped around ’til I was content I had completed a modest entry-level exercise routine.
(Not me – I don’t look so cheery working out)
I looked at my beloved ever-changing to-do list.
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I looked at it, my eyes skimming over it wildly, trying to work out the next best job for me to tackle. How could I go about it so I could achieve them all? What was the most important thing to do right NOW?
A couple of moments of this intense deliberation, and then I calmed down. I wasn’t going to get everything done in one day. No one can.
I remembered. It wasn’t only this day that baby girl was at kinder… She attended 3 times a week now.
My heart sung!
There were so many things I needed and wanted to do and catch up on, but with approximately 15 hours a week to find the time to do them, I had a pretty good start to get my shit together.
And it was the best realisation EVER 🙂