Crazy Person Joy
Friday, March 13, 2020
It was raining. Which, in SoCal, is cause for hibernation. I didn't hibernate. I took my son to his activity which was NOT canceled for COVID-19, thank good ness.
There was a break in the rain right after I dropped him off. I needed to grab a few groceries, so went to a local store and stood in line for ages just to buy my few things. While I waited, I marveled at the shelves that formerly held TP, paper towels, bleach, hand sanitizer, bottled water, soup, pasta, and thanked my lucky stars I wasn't there to buy any of that!
Then I went to the park to walk, but nobody was there! I think they were all at the grocery stores, stripping the shelves for armageddon. So, since I was alone at the park, I started my walk, but then felt like dancing!
I'm 56 years old. Large. Bum hip and knees. But I danced, you guys, I danced and danced, and walk-danced, and people showed up but I kept dancing. It felt good. It felt right. Headphones in my ears, weird looks from people who clearly disapproved. I smiled large, right at them, and kept on dancing.
Why? Because I do not care if someone thinks I'm nuts. It. Felt. Good. My knees might not agree with me later tonight, but I really got in a great workout, and had a brief moment of JOY like I haven't had in ages.
If COVID-19 kills me, I'm not going down without some joy in my life first. And I'm so glad today's joy was exercise and not food!
Stay healthy, be smart, and have some joy! I'm sure gonna try.