Did I mention how I joined a gym?
Yeah, I fell for the corporate fitness craze and I’m all over it, at least for now.
I tend to thrive on accountability, so the DIY home workouts just weren’t cutting it for me. Hence, I took the plunge and am now forced to go to the gym so as not to waste my money.
And today I tried this class called “Cardio Dance Party.”
Please don’t laugh.
It reminded me a little of Jazzercise back in the day, with more funk. The instructor turned out the lights and turned on a disco ball, and off we went.
I Don’t Care What They Think
I have never had so much fun getting sweaty! At least not since my college two-stepping days.
Here’s the thing: I don’t really have much in the area of dance moves. What little I know comes from my 1980s show choir days.
Yeah. I told you not to laugh.
The girls up in front of the class were twerking. TWERKING!!!
I’m afraid to even try jiggling that fast, but with the lights out and the music going, I was totally rocking those 80s show choir moves. And it was fun!
This is what I love about dancing: it is truly the one area of my life where I can say I don’t care what they think.
- I wasn’t the only middle-aged lady in the class trying to keep up.
- I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t jump and twerk.
- I wasn’t the only one gasping for breath and running for my water bottle in between songs.
And even if I was – I didn’t care. Because I was having too much fun!
What Would It Be Like?
I wish I could apply that sentiment to other areas of my life.
- To my singing
- To my teaching
- To my conversational skills at parties
- To my appearance
How would it feel to walk forward into each new day with the attitude of “I don’t care what they think about me”?
How different would it be to revel in the freedom of just being myself? To have fun, and be confident in who God created me to be?
How great would it be to dance through life, focused and assured of who I am in Christ – and never worried about what others might think?
I’m considering that it might be awesome.
A Case Study
Take King Saul and little shepherd boy David. Saul was always worried over what people thought about him. He suffered from anxiety and depression and he couldn’t stop comparing himself to that puny David guy. Saul was God’s anointed, but he never truly believed it. He let the fear of others get the best of him and he fell hard.
David didn’t care what people thought. David went out there and slayed the giant even when people laughed at how ridiculous he looked. He just didn’t care. He was who he was and he knew God was in charge. So it didn’t matter what others thought.
And so David was victorious, while Saul stumbled and never recovered.
Lord have mercy, I don’t want to be like Saul but it’s a daily temptation.
I pray for strength to live my life like a cardio dance party. That I’d be able to go out with gusto, do whatever God puts in my path to do, and to not care what others might think.
Maybe I’ll look ridiculous.
But I won’t care. I refuse to care what others think.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some 80s show choir moves to practice.