Direction

Today I run six or seven miles in the morning, then spend the afternoon/evening in a spin cycle of ballroom, swing and latin instruction and social dance spanning from three in the afternoon through two in the morning. I am a big proponent of thanking my legs and feet for all the unbearable stuff I am putting them through these days. They are being such champs!

I am not sure how I got here, only that manifesting works. Not in a new age-y kind of way, but in an a matter-of-fact, Andy Stanley "your direction determines your destination" kind of way. Right now I say "yes" to things that keep me active in my body and in my community, so those opportunities keep appearing, and I keep taking them.

I am both a good and a bad committer to things. I tend to get excited about an idea in the moment, and I can really pull out progress in a short period of time. Then my motivation, or more often, my confidence in my ability to continue, flags. Other people help so much with this though. I used to think perseverance was a lonely discipline. The more I realize my community here in Boston, however, I take note of just how many people have pushed me to continue with new goals, dreams and joys. I am so thankful for them, and so pleasantly surprised that I don't actually have to do the heavy lifting of inspiration and taking action on my own.

I'm a slow runner and a counter-intuitive dancer, but I believe those that's going to change so long as I keep opening myself up to a communities that embrace me as I am. With them, I'm committed to the direction of my dreams.