The End of a Year
You know, each of us have good years and bad years. I hurt for all the people this year that suffered tremendous loss through death, jobs or others means. For each person that is excited for this year to be over, there’s another person celebrating this year and not wanting it to end.
Although I’ve had my fair share of bad years, this was one of the best years of my life. In early February I was able to walk away from a job that I didn’t find fulfilling and follow my fitness dreams. It was definitely scary to start something new and unknown but it’s a journey that I knew I needed to take.
In late April, I married a wonderful man. He left his job in June and moved to Louisville to “bond” with his wife. In July, he left for five months of training. Right before he left, he was able to visit my new fitness/Zumba studio and each day I was/am excited to help diverse groups of people meet their fitness goals.
Around the same time I started promoting a health and wellness product and met some amazing people in Louisville excited to transform their bodies. Along comes October and Milton comes in town for a short weekend visit. He says “Let’s try to have a baby!” One week later I’m nauseated and tired. Then there’s November and Milton is invited to go to Airborne school and conquer his own personal fear of height.
First week of December Milton finally comes home for good to work for two years in Fort Knox. Two weeks later we tell everyone the news of our pregnancy. Christmas was spent celebrating our blessings and giving all praise to God.
With all of the blessings that we have received it definitely hasn’t all been easy. Running a business is very difficult and often times stressful. Being a newlywed away from your spouse can definitely be trying and it can be equally as trying to adjust to each other once reunited. My shoulders have become stronger while being a tower of strength for those who needed me in time of need. Doubts have been cast as to what path God really wants me to take. Curiosity and fear now linger and I hope our baby is healthy and that we can be nourishing parents.
But at the same time, my hands have become sore for applauding others in celebratory times. My eyes have been open to new opportunities and new people. My household skills have improved as I try to be a good wife. My creative juices have started flowing and my heart skips a beat when I know I’m making a difference!
They Make My Day
I have absolutely found a job that I love and even better, I am surrounded by some of the most amazing people. I think the fitness business is one of my callings and each day look forward to the people I work with.
Monday night was a typical Zumba (Learn the Steps) Class at my Fitness Studio. At the end of each class, we go around, introduce ourselves and get to know each other. Our groups are always so diverse in age, ethnicity and background. This night we had one young lady from Iran. She had a heavy accent and said she had been in the states since January. After class, she came up to me and said how nervous she had been for the past couple of months to come to a Zumba class. She actually almost didn’t come. After attending the class, she had the brightest smile on her face and talked about how welcome she felt and how nice everyone was. She made me feel good because she showed that the energy, dedication and passion that Jessica and I put into our classes in seen by our wonderful participants. And, my smile was doubled the next day when I saw her return for another class.
I spend the other half of my time at the Fitness Center at St. Stephen. There are many people there that are “young at heart” (but not necessarily young in age). I’ll never forget when Ms. “E” came to the gym for the first time (she’s over 70 years old). Several of her friends brought her. She walked with a walker at a slow pace. She wanted to try to use the seated elliptical. As she sat down, it was painful for her to even move her leg into position to pedal. She didn’t even have enough strength to push the pedal down. I suggested she take it easy her first day and not to do more than her body could handle. She instead went and walked/pushed herself around the track two times.
Spring forward a week later and Ms. E is sitting on the elliptical pushing the pedals down. Week later, she has a full range of motion. Weeks later, she’s doing multiple laps around the gym. And each time she comes in, her smile gets a little brighter. Here was someone so down on her health unable to do much of anything, now feeling on top of the world and celebrating all of her accomplishments.
Both of these ladies showed me that when times seem fearful and you feel you don’t have the strength to go on – don’t give up. Sometimes you have to take that first step in order for blessings to come your way. Remember, an object in motion stays in motion but you have to start moving first!
Life is sometimes about getting over your fears. I grew up in a predominately white church and sang in the Junior Choir. At the age of 12, I remember sitting in the choir during a service. During that service the congregation was told that Cory, a girl just a year older than I, had been killed that morning. Her passion was showing horses. She had been at a horse show that morning and her horse threw her off and landed on her, crushing her skull. From that moment forward, I had a fear of riding horses.
I was fine watching the KY Derby or the Steeplechase races that were held behind my house. But, when I got within petting distance, I always had thoughts of Cory. About three years ago, my boyfriend (at the time) and I took a trip to Baltimore. One of the things we did was go horseback riding. I was very nervous at first and wanted to stay as close to the guide as possible. Whenever my horse would speed up, I would tighten up. Mr. Horsie, please don’t hurt me. But, after about twenty minutes Ienjoyed it and really became at peace with the outing.
I went to Cumberland Falls this June and was once again presented the opportunity to go horseback riding. And once again my first thought was of Cory. However, I now realize that what happened to her was a freak accident and I can’t let it affect the rest of my life. I jumped on the horse with a quickness and enjoyed nature and its surroundings. It was a soothing hour. I learned that while I can be aware of other people’s situations, I must also understand that we all have different paths and experiences that will affect us in different ways.
M.Y. August 2007