Cat Crates - The Thursday Edition
I tried getting out of one of my crates last night. I went to a pilates class that my friend was teaching.
<everyone please acknowledge that she is The Cat Lady from yesterday's blog...apparently, her cats getting mentioned in this award winning blog is the most important thing that's ever happened.>
She as was supportive as she was challenging, and didn't have an annoying fake fitness instructor voice. She was amazing. I, however, had spent the entire day building up how terrible this was all going to be, and had a very real freak-out after the class. It took me an embarrassing amount of time to get it together.
Sometimes, depending on the crate I'm in that day, it can feel like the walls are made of concrete, and there is no sound and no windows. Sometimes it feels like I can know it's just a crate all day long, but there's no light to find the door.
That's where blind faith, grit, and friends come in. Sometimes you have to call your cat loving overly-fit friend from the car and cry for 20 minutes, then scream sing to Celine Dion's "All By Myself", until you go have pizza with friends. (It wasn't DeFazio's.)
There is a difference between vulnerability and over-sharing. You're never going to hear about things that I haven't processed, or am not ok with. And although this just happened last night, and it took me a hot second to get my feet under me, I woke up today encouraged that I have the built the skills and have the support network to bounce back quickly when things get weird.
I feel very bloggy right now...gross. I hate feeling like I'm sort of spewing my guts and this is my diary or something. Which it isn't, because you can't see that I have written my name with plus signs and little hearts around all of my future husbands names. I just wanted all three of you who read this to know that I'm trying to actually practice what I preach. This is the hardest thing I've ever done (the crates, not Pilates...which, was really hard because I was born without a core, apparently). It's hard, and exhausting, but I'm trying. I'm trying really, REALLY hard.
I'm a tough Broad, and this is going to go well (she said, shakily). And, y'all, THAT is what stepping out of your crate is. It's showing up, even when you dread something all day. Even if you don't want to be embarrassed in front of your friends. Even if you're a hot mess on the phone to someone who just taught 5 fitness classes in a row. Even if you think you shouldn't write a blog unless you have it all together. You show up anyway, and hope that someone else wants to come out of their crate a little too.
You can do this today, yo. I can too.
Oh, ps, that's my friend's cat in the picture...Lil Kitty...she came out of her crate last night to tell me to suck it up! I don't even like cats, but that's pretty cool.