Next week looks different has been rebounding in my head for the past 24hours. You see a few weeks ago God told me it was time to move on from Twisted. It has been like the long goodbye this week. It has been the first of many lasts. The last Tuesday night I would teach, the last 5am’s I would teach, the last class with a co-worker turned close friend. Friday 5a is where it all began 3 years ago. I think I’ve only missed 2 Fridays since taking over that class. It was hard….I mean really hard. There were flowers, kind words, cards, so many sweaty hugs…the good Amanda hugs (minimum of 20 seconds). I found myself clinging to our members that have become family a little extra tight. I’m not a hugger you see, but on Friday I was, I was an Amanda hugger, I had to tell myself to let go. I just adore these people, and it has been such an amazing season of life. Being a part of their fitness journey has been so cool. I don’t know what is next yet, but knowing God has a better plan that lies ahead, it must be pretty great.
I haven’t done a very good job taking care of myself the past few weeks. Finding balance in life has been hard, coupled with a new injury and some nagging old ones. Putting off getting adjusted has wreaked havoc down my kinetic chain on the left side. So don’t delay get adjusted today! hehe. For serious though, it’s been a weird month, but next week looks different. Next week after I teach my last 2 classes it’ll look different. I’ll have more flexibility in my workout schedule. My routine that has been so full will be a little lighter. I don’t know how long it’ll be like this, but the words from my mom echo in my head. “Take care of yourself in this down time”. I laughed because having down time isn’t so likely. Yesterday P said to me, mom you work so much you never have time to play with me, because you’re always working. Well now, there’s that. We are always together she and I, and it looks like it’ll be that way for the foreseeable future. I do take her statement with a grain of salt, as it’s never enough. Any moms out there relate?? You can spend all day playing and doing what they want for them to look at you and say at bedtime, we never did xyzy today. I also hear here though. Next week looks different. Next week I will adjust my workout schedule to get it back on track. I will continue to figure out how to work around this new injury as I’ve done with all the others through the years. If I’m really on my game I will get my eating back in line. We will find more time to play. I will take care of me so I can take care of we.
One other thing that leaving Twisted has shown me is how bad I am at letting people in my life know how they impact me, and how I feel about them. This will also be something I take away from this season of life and strive to be better at.
Next week looks different. Different can be scary. God has told me it was time, He has not told me what is next. I’m a creature of habit, He knows this, He created me, I don’t like not knowing. What doesn’t look different is His love and promise for me. His will for my life and this next season may be unknown in this moment, but He is not. He is love, He is faithful, He is hope, He is with us. His voice is known. I choose to seek Him and His will, to listen to and for His voice. The Bible says the sheep will know their shepherds voice. Robert asked me if I was having second thoughts. How can you second guess your creator? I’ve been there and done that, it never goes well. Point a to b becomes a half way around the world treck vs. a straight line. He told me to go to Ninevah and I did. I’m not trying to get eaten by a big fish. He has been so good at confirming things to me almost as the questioning thought was crossing my mind. He’s so cool. The way He communicates to and through others. Walk the path, the narrow path, don’t fall into the ditches on either side of the road. Satan doesn’t care which one you fall in, so long as you fall. Find your people. Next week may look different, but God and His promise to us do not.