the 1% ish thing
Went back to the gym today.
Same place where I had a meltdown last week, and it was the first time getting back. I’ve been carrying this fear that everyone would remember, that I’d walk in with some invisible red sign on my forehead saying, “She broke down here.” The thought of being judged almost kept me away.
But the trainers were kind. No one said anything. I got in a good workout.
Also, I went late, and it was a real tug-of-war with myself to even step outside. But then I saw a quote on my Pinterest board: “Just 1% better.” It reminded me that even just walking to the gym and back counts. It doesn't have to be perfect. Just showing up matters.
Also, it’s absolutely freezing. Like the universe was throwing cold wind and doubt my way. Ever had one of those days where it feels like the world is working against you?
But I went. I did the thing. And now I’m back and ready to boogie.