When I was younger I was afraid to try new things. Now that I am older, I long for something new.
When I was younger, I never thought I was good enough or smart enough. But being older, I don’t really care if I make a fool out of myself.
This morning I went to an exercise class for the first time. I was the only one in the front row, all the other spots were taken. Front and center for everyone to watch me make mistakes. But I don’t care anymore. Besides I am old enough to know that everyone else is really concerned about themselves and how they look. If they make fun of me, shame on them.
Everyone has been very welcoming though. I took a strength training class for the first time this week and everyone introduced themselves and helped me set up my equipment. Someone even cleaned and put away some of my stuff. They even gave me helpful suggestions and asked if I was coming back.
I have to admit, I’ve been rather shocked lately about the kindness of other people.
I’ve been trying new things, like exercise classes. I also bought an Indian cookbook. I tried making a few recipes this week. They turned out okay, although it has been a real challenge to find the ingredients I need.
The most exciting new adventure for me this year has been to start writing a book. I am still terrified about this! I’m not sure how it will turn out, but I keep pecking away at it every day.
I don’t have to be perfect nor do I even need to be good to enjoy trying new things. It took me a long time in life just to learn that.