Tonight I made plans to go to my workout at 6:30.
Then I worked my side job until after 6. Standing at the elevator a few minutes later with my plate of cold supper in my hand and my feet aching, I was ready to skip the workout. I opened my big fat mouth and said so to a lady sitting there in the lobby. I'm tired, there's not time to eat, change, and get down here in 15 minutes to start on time.
Her answer was simple: You can go late.
Umm. Yeah. That's what my coworker did last night while I sat on my bed gleefully eating a chocolate chip cookie, telling myself I was "too late" anyway.
I'm awfully glad I opened my big fat mouth. And that the lady in the lobby opened hers. And that my coworker mentioned how last night went. I made it to the workout, only a couple of minutes late.
It wasn't my most graceful workout.
But I did it.
Today, though just by the skin of my teeth, I chose love.