Today, after the workout, I went purposefully and sat with the guys from class who were hanging out and somewhat stretching.
I was not embarrassed when they were worried at my possibly having heard something – which I admitted comfortably that I hadn’t heard, and even chuckled at the situation.
I listened to and commented in and participated actively in the conversation that arose as I sat there… and I did it all comfortably.
And I didn’t say anything that I didn’t want to say (AKA something mean or overdoing joking, etc.).
And I envy that girl her position and her words now, as I look back on the memory.
I was almost entirely my goal self, and it was amazing.
Anywho…, every day I am more and more myself in a way I had never allowed myself to experience myself…
It’s like that song from “Kinky Boots” called “I’m not my father’s son,” sung by Lola/Simon and Charlie… I can relate loads to the words in that one… phew!