The first time you and I met, it was magic. It was a one-hour highlight of my week. It was divine. I sweat a lot during our entire encounter (not that it’s cute or seductive), giving me that after glow which made me look more beautiful — naturally. And it made me feel better about myself.
I used to make time for you. I ditched running for you. I ditched lazy Mondays for you. I ditched my ME time for YOU. I thought we were hitting it off. But, no. You just can’t seduce me enough. I stopped seeing you. For a year or more, I guess. Because a new love was sparking up my interest. I am that girl. Easily bored, easily hooked.
But, life happened… And this made things between me and that new love (notice me mentioning me first before that new love) begin to be inconvenient. As an independent woman who hates compromises, who would only settle for all-or-nothing deal, I broke whatever we had too. How could I start a relationship with something that I rarely see?
But then, there’s this new love version 2.0 who made me pant and sweat really hard. It was difficult, very difficult during the first time, but I wouldn’t stop because I need to finish what I have started. No letting go, baby. I can finish it because I loved. every. second. of. it.
The morning after, I thought it was a one-time deal, no strings attached kind of thing. After all, the meet up wasn’t planned by me — it was appointed by a third party. But when I remember the energy that I had and the excitement inside me the day before, ugh, I told myself that I need to do it again.
I need to stick to new love version 2.0.
And that’s what I am doing.
Did you get to this part? Spare me whatever you were thinking while reading my intro, but let me reveal those three loves here. old love — Dance Fitness  new love — Ultimate Frisbee  new love version 2.0 — Zumba
I feel deeply connected with my obsessions. Sorry not sorry for the drama.
And because I can’t Zumba
thanks to my &^((^& work schedule and my MBA classes, I fed my hunger with Zumba memes. Hah. I dislike having to repress my emotions.
All those cool work out songs — how could you listen and not shake your booty?
At least I can now stop dancing like a stripper on my own.
I like dancing dirty, but I am pretty sure I look seductively… awkward.
Know what I mean?
And because I swear to go to Zumba classes every Monday starting next next week (commitment gap here),
I’m doing my research.
I’ll not make my Zumba-mates angry,
I just have to arrive early!
Oh yeah. I totally do this.
But again, I need to put it in my Weekly Wishes to get shiz done!
Most times, it all starts with the mind. I will tell myself I will kill it before going to Zumba class.
So I can have this swag.
Or even when I have kids. Oh my gosh! That would be my work out when I’ll be a full-time WAHM.
I totally know what to do with my life now!
But then again. I just miss Zumba. Come fast, next next Monday. :'(
Memes’ Credit: Pinterest
Leaving you this.
Have you tried Zumba? Did you love it? Or did you love it?