Avalanche

Some days seem like an avalanche. You know the kind – where one thing happens right after another and it doesn’t let up until you climb into bed. Most of my days are avalanche days, now. Just look at today. I left the house at 7am to be at work in the Harwich Koko at 8. As usual, my teacher timing kicks in and I just have to be there at least 20 minutes before my shift starts. I work until 1pm. I jump in the car and drive home to shower and change. I have an appointment in Mashpee with my daughters florist for the wedding. My daughter was supposed to come out this week, but due to the horrendous weather, she couldn’t. We did the appointment by FaceTimeing her. That was very cool. I marvel at how technology changed the way we can get things accomplished. She got to meet with the florist, look at arrangements, pick vases and choose ribbons without ever leaving her living room in New York.

I got done with the florist at 3:30pm and had to be in Hyannis at 5:30 pm for Writers Night Out. I drove down route 28 and got there at four. With time to kill, I popped into the mall with the hope of finding silver wedding shoes. Wedding shoes have been on my mind for awhile. They need to be a silver sandal with a not-too-high heel and most importantly, they need to be comfortable. Found a beautiful pair in Sears. Tried them on and they hurt so bad I couldn’t take two steps. Trekked down to Macy’s. Wow. A shelf full of glittery silver sandals. Spied the perfect pair. Tried them on. Awesome. Comfort at a reasonable price. Purchased the shoes and sent pics to my daughters hoping they would love them as much as I did. (They did – told me I did a good job.) I left the mall proving I could shop alone. Lol!

Drove down the street to the Writers Night Out gathering. Wonderful dinner. All my friends were there. The speaker, who was there to talk about speaking, was really really good. Left the restaurant and got in the car and the phone was ringing in my dashboard. It’s another fit coach from the Orleans Koko. Her son is sick and could I work her 8-2 shift tomorrow? (Those who don’t know the Cape, Orleans is at the other end – opposite of where I live.) I say sure, no problem. I don’t have to be in the Mashpee Koko until 4. (Again – the opposite end of the Cape.) Then I’ll work the Mashpee Koko from 4-7, my usual shift.

Home now – 9pm and writing this while waiting for the ladies figure skating to start. Phew. I made myself tireder by just reliving my day. But, to be honest, I’ve never been better. I have a ton of energy and I really don’t think I’ve ever been happier. My life is big and full and I relish and enjoy every moment. During that busy day I helped an elderly woman who was nervous about working out for the first time. After she left, the lady on the next machine came over to compliment me on how patient I was with her and told me what a great job I did easing her fears and encouraging her. Tonight I met another lady – 85 years old – and her doctor told her to come to Koko. She was so excited to find out I work there. She took my schedule and is coming in for me to work with her on Friday. This woman also just wrote her first book and has speaking engagements booked all over the the cape.

Needless to say, I’m impressed. I’m also inspired. Just turning sixty myself, it’s nice to know there’s a lot of years left to accomplish great things. To stay healthy and fit. To be mobile. To be creative. To give back…for at least another twenty or so years. The people I work with everyday at Koko and those I spend time with in the writing community, are the glitter in my life.

And so, as another day goes by, I can’t thank God enough for all He graces my life with each day – my job, the people that cross my path, and – oh yes – the perfect wedding shoes, …with a peaceful and genuinely happy heart,…I have written.

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