This morning I broke away from my regular schedule and attended a yoga class, attempted racketball, and ran on a treadmill. All for the first time in my life. There was a fair amount of clumsiness involved, but I had fun. Trying is not as scary as it once was (I was the kid, my mother reminds me, who fought the idea of piano lessons because I didn’t know how to play piano), and for that I am thankful.
(No picture today--I was too busy living it.)
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