A few years ago I attended the Juniper Summer Writing Institute. One of the things that got my attention when applying to that particular writing workshop were the craft sessions available throughout the week. Of all the craft sessions I attended the one I remember most was the one with poet Matthew Zapruder where he gave us some advice and exercises to get over “writers block”.
Best one? Sit down and write. Just like you would just wake up, put on your runnings shoes and go out the door to exercise. He explained how if you sit to plan and think about going to exercise you might not actually get there ’cause your brain tricks you but if you are out the door running before you even realize it, boom, you are doing it. I am of course paraphrasing – this was two years ago.
This morning was one of those where I would have usually found any excuse to not put my shoes on and go running. Ok. Not running but zumba. My son didn’t have a good night sleep, it was rainy and I wasn’t sure if he would stay at the daycare center at the YMCA. It would be our first time trying it out. To that add the thought that the zumba class was going to be packed, there would be no room, I probably wouldn’t be able to follow the teacher and I don’t even have a sports bra anymore.
And then Zapruder’s words came to mind. I took my son’s temperature and it was a 98. No fever. I took my new running shoes out of the box, threw on one of Abraham’s old shirts, put on some pants on my boy and got in the car.
When I made it into the YMCA I must have looked kind of lost but they were very nice about it. I told my son I needed his help and he needed to wait for me at the daycare as I headed into studio B for my class. I stood at the doorway about to turn around and leave when one of the ladies told me “Entre sin miedo”. Go in and not be scared is exactly what I did.
As the class progressed and I was able to follow along it got to be real fun. Best part was dancing merengue and salsa in that little room with a whole bunch of other latinas who were enjoying being there. The class was on fire! The song they chose for the end was hilarious!
I picked my son who was as calm as could be. He smiled at me, held my hand and we walked to the car. It was an amazing feeling knowing I took action which is something I really want to work on more this year. Planning is great but I’m learning that planning + action is even better.
La mujer del pelotero…la canción con la que terminamos! A bailar se ha dicho.
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