The instructor was sweet and so positive, but in my head I kept saying he has to be that way. The music flowed and we bounced in our seats, sweat dripping from every single part of my body, pouring out. I kept going. There was no stopping. Then the overly enthusiastic instructor said 3 words that stuck with me. "You're worth it". That sent me cycling towards the mirror like I was shot out of a cannon. Throwing the weights out, as I punched one, two, one two. After I stepped off the bike, I was drenched in sweat, proud of myself and most of all eager for more. I learned more about myself during that one class than I ever imagined.
I am worth it. I am worth it. I kept saying it over and over. I put my babies first, my husband first, the whole world first. But you know what. It was my time.
My husband and I have been encouraging each other to stop being who we have to be and start being who we want to be. We have both stumbled into new adventures that are so similar to one another but both so far from where we started. He is pushing forward and succeeding. I am his super fan as he is mine.
Tonight when I walked through the door of tired tears and bed time, I remembered one thing/ I am worth it. They need me, I need me.
So I am here to tell you, whether you know it no not- you are freaking worth it. Go kick some ass. Change the world, change yourself, be whoever you want to be and give yourself some love!