I didn\u2019t make it to the class on Monday, but did make it last night. I wanted to do my best at the class. I\u2019m almost a black belt, but I was sick and tired and sick and tired of being sick and tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I look like at 80 year old running around the dojo. But I\u2019m here and the stumbling run was the best I could do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This wasn\u2019t how I wanted to show up, but I was showing up and that would have to be enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Last Wednesday I got to work, stomach cramping and head ringing. I was doing a meeting and let slip that I wasn\u2019t feeling great. My co-worker said, \u201coh, maybe you should take it easy.\u201d
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If I let beign miserable stop me I\u2019d never do anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then the misery came in for real. I had a tough week. I spent my days and nights close to the bathroom with the strength of a noodle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t let that continue. Saturday night me and a friend had tickets for a music festival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was excited too. Duran Duran were headlining and she\u2019d been wanting to see them forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had imagined myself, dressed in my best 80s gear\u2014Maybe even pink hair!\u2014as I heard the band that meant glamour when I was my daughter\u2019s age. I would storm the stage, jump up and down screaming and dancing<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wanted it, hungry for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yeah, like a wolf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Would my medically induced sickness keep me from it? Everything in me pushed back. I had to find a way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day came. I put on some comfortable clothes, with just a dash of flash<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I took a nap, took Imodium and made my way. I trusted my friend, we walked slow and I got to hear the music. I went over to a fence so I could lean against it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was not like I imagined. But I still got to have it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like my class. This is who I am today. I\u2019ll be a black belt, hoping I will not be ill on the testing day. I\u2019ll do what I can with what I\u2019ve got. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My black belt journey doesn\u2019t look like Jackie Chan. In my mind I can do amazing tumbles and spinning kicks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In my mind I can flaunt pink hair and jump and scream to the music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My body today can show up. It will have to do. I\u2019m still here and proud of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t make it to the class on Monday, but did make it last night. I wanted to do my best at the class. I\u2019m almost a black belt, but I was sick and tired and sick and tired of being … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/IMG_2580-1-418x1024.jpeg\")
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