The Third Person

I felt miserable yesterday. Completely horrid. My right quad was in complete pain. In fact, I think I can speak for the other MCIA dancers that our bodies were aching in pain after a whole month of not dancing. Coming back the day before school, we had a four hour practice which involved learning a new piece and reviewing a high intensity locking piece. I guess for myself it wasn't only the humanly pain I was experiencing that was getting to me, but also how hard the cold virus was hitting me after Together As One for New year's. I went through the first piece fine on our second day... but when we moved on to the third piece, my throat closed up from the inflammation, my joints became hard, and it was getting harder to focus. Elaine had to drag me to the front and made me sit down. Still in my little circle, I was focusing on how miserable I felt until I looked up.

I watched my teammates. Through the pain, sores, and virus going around, everybody was still going full out, smiling, and laughing despite the incredibly late hour and cold temperature (we practice in the parking structure by the way... until the early morning). There is something magical you can experience when you take yourself out of this shell and just observe everything that is happening around you. When you have a horrible day, things are not as bad as they seem when you open your eyes and observe the love and chemistry between others and the small, generous things that people do, there is no such thing as downright horrible day. Even through the worst, when I was unable to speak or swallow from the pain in my throat, so many of my friends still managed to make me smile. That's the power of human life. I realize that moments like that make small life experiences ever more spiritual; the big, expensive things don't matter, its all the little, delicate, thoughtful gestures and moments that you remember and look back upon.

I came home half an hour ago, and I saw a small theraflu packet on my laptop. Apparently one of my roommates put it there. They even leave the light on when they go to sleep, knowing that I'm the latest one coming home. We don't speak much of appreciating one another, but I'm becoming more of an advocate of 'walker' than a 'talker' every single day. I'm going to finish my hot mug of theraflu then I'm going to go to bed.

NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: wake up everyday and say "it's going to be a great day." Because it will be.