I had a lot of internal dialogue yesterday. I have not yet, “made all the stadiums rock.” A chorus of angels isn’t singing in glorious harmony because I am attempting to do all these things that I want to do. People aren’t lining up at my door begging for my writing or to get into my intenSati classes. I am not sure what I was expecting. But I woke up in a bad mood yesterday, and it pretty much carried, or dragged, me through the day.
However, the basic realization is that I am not a quitter. I’d rather be jumping around in a studio with one, or two, or three…on the odd evening, maybe no…people than live with the fact that I gave up. I decided I need to pull out all the stops. Don’t think, just do. Ask questions.
I walked around the studio space before my class – hallways padded with oriental rugs, doorways behind which people sing, dance, act, practice piano. As I filled my water bottle at the fountain, two women stood talking outside studio 16T. I picked up nothing of their conversation except this:
“It’s one thing to know something…it’s another thing to practice it…”
I sat down on the bench behind the water fountain and wrote that down. “Um, HELLO!” I was about to walk into a studio and lead, at least L., in a class where we declared “I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE! I WILL LIFT MYSELF TO A HIGHER STATE!”
Live it, girl! Live it!