The Wacky, Confused, Out of Shape Crazy Lady

I finally was able to attend a Meet Up group on meditation. Since I’m continuing coursework to complete certification as a meditation instructor, I thought this would provide me with some valuable hands-on information. I had never heard of a Meet Up group before but I was brave enough to face the unknown. Later, I heard from my daughter that she met many of her closest friends through similar Meet Ups out in Connecticut. So I was only about six years behind. That’s not bad!

I had no idea what I was getting into. I was smart enough (don’t snicker when I insinuate that I have six brain cells) to ask ahead of time if there was a fee in attending. It would be my luck to show up and then be told it cost 50 bucks. Not good! OK – no cost. I didn’t submit further online questions regarding clothes to wear or items to bring. I had already been the only person to ask any questions and didn’t want to be the wacky, confused lady. So I went casual and headed out last night. I was so proud that I got there with time to spare, not a usual feat for this house anymore. As I opened the door, a woman at the front desk looked up questioning my appearance. To skip to the punch as they say, I got there early sure enough, more precisely 24 hours and 15 minutes early. So much for avoiding the wacky, confused lady image.

I tried it again tonight with much better results. Note to self, I should have left my purse in the car. A friendly lady showed me where to put my shoes and I silently questioned whether holes had invaded my socks. Whew, coast was clear. She walked me down to the women’s dressing room, confident that I would put on some sort of yoga outfit. Nope. No other clothes. It’s just a big purse that I thought was in style. What you see is all I’ve got. She then escorted me back to the main room where the leader suggested I remove my sweater and trendy scarf since some movement was going to be involved. My vertigo got all excited about possible gymnastic moves as the wacky, confused lady pushed to the front of my conscious. This could be a long night.

The meditation exercises were great though and the people very friendly. My body overall performed according to my wishes. My only major difficulty was gracefully standing after sitting like a pretzel for 45 minutes. I most closely resembled my youngest grandson as I pushed off the floor with my feet firmly planted four feet apart. I independently make it vertical after a few wobbles for almost 25 minutes. I was soon to become the wacky, confused, out of shape crazy lady.

Everything went quite well though and I plan to return on a regular schedule. I left feeling soothed from the meditation and plead a fast prayer that no driver would soon alter my sense of peace. TA – DAH! I made it home with no problems and now sit to blog about my worldly situations. It’s not too worldly or even countryly or nationly. I know those aren’t correct words according to Daniel Webster, but sometimes a girl just needs to make her own words to fit the situation.

God Uses Chronic Pain to Prove that Life is Good

     - People have to giggle when they glimpse at me getting vertical. Humor is always right. Life is good!