There is always time to accomplish your goals.
On Thursday morning I went to a barre class. The mats were already set up for us, so I plopped down next to a lean and pretty Mexican girl who looked awfully preoccupied with…you’re never going to believe it…her phone.
Specifically, how to position her phone so she could film herself, without obstruction, for the entire 55 minute workout. She finally settled on leaning the phone against a bottle of cleaning fluid supplied by the studio for students to use to clean the mats. Not as a prop for her Hollywood debut.
Anyway, the point is, she set it up on the exact corner of my mat. With no regards to my boundaries, my space, my comfort.
My blood immediately started to boil. I promised myself, then and there, that I would, at any cost, knock her phone over at some point during the class.
I started scheming. Knowing this had to look like an accident, I undetectably placed my water bottle next to her amateur film set up. If I knocked the bottle, it would fall, resulting in a domino effect that would surely send her phone flying to the floor. I actively sent mental messages to the teacher that I hoped would manifest into an exercise that involved a lot of flailing of my legs.
Yet, opportunities eluded me. By minute 45 I was losing hope. If I haven’t accomplished my goal by now, will I ever?
And then came the abs series. Alternate extended leg crunches. A move I usually abhor but not today. Today, it was my ticket to gratification.
When my neighbor, the budding Instagram star, wasn’t looking, I placed my water bottle even closer to the container of cleaning fluid. This precarious positioning would enable me to kick the bottle as I oh-so-gracefully extended my right leg forward. It would have no where to fall but directly into the cleaning fluid, thus knocking her phone face down onto the floor with a loud crash!
I felt my start to heart race, and not from the crunches.
47 minutes into the class, my moment arrived.
This is it. It’s now or never. This is so out of my comfort zone, can I actually follow through??
CRASH.
OOPS. hehe! How did that happen??
The immediate flood of satisfaction I had expected didn’t initially surface. However, within just a handful of seconds, a cunning smile emerged. It was uncontrollable. It had been decades since I’d participated in an act of such sheer immaturity. (Perhaps the last time was on Mischief night in the year 2001, which I’ve since repented for.) It was rather shameful. But damn it felt good.
The moral of the story here is there is always time to accomplish your goals.
DON’T LOSE HOPE. If you really really want it, and it’s really meant to be, it will happen. Maybe not at minute 11, but if you practice patience, you just might succeed at minute 48.
With love,
Bethany
