I Can Do Hard Things

This past weekend I was at a training to teach Body Pump. It's a weight lifting class set to music, I love taking the class and thought teaching would be a good thing to add to my repertoire. The training was exhausting, physically and mentally. Three 8-hour days, most of that spent lifting weights, or sitting on a hard gym floor. We had to memorize two tracks, which meant learning choreography and teaching it to the class. For some reason, despite all my choral music background, I just couldn't get the timings right on the tracks. I had it memorized and got it right when I practiced but I guess there was something about the pressure of presenting it that always screwed me up. This is kind of a big thing holding me back and at the end of the three days I didn't feel that great about my abilities. So it was really nice to come home to my little family and finally get back in my comfort zone. I thought, "Yes, I'm good at this! I am a good mom and wife". Of course, I've only been a mom to only little boy for a year, I'm no expert, but I think I've done pretty good so far. It's good to challenge yourself, but it's always nice to have the challenge be over:)

Now for the best part of all, what good would a blog post be without a cute picture of Sammy?