class. "How early?" I asked, cringing as I thought about waking up at dawn.
Rainy shook her head. "Not early; we're going to do the lunch class. It's for beginners."
I took a deep breath in and let it sit in my lungs as if it were a friend helping me decide. Then I let it out slowly. And nodded.
That's how I ended up three blocks down from my office at 11:35 the next morning. I walked quickly to the address Rainy gave me last night before I left. A bag of workout clothes bounced at my side, stuffed to the brim with my doubts, fears, anxieties, and questions. But I was going. Making different choices than I normally would have. The fence had gotten me Rainy and now Anna and Lizzy.
I repeated the positive phrases Tim had given me. I visualized myself doing cool yoga poses (and pushed the visions of me falling on my face aside). I didn't want to mess this up. So uncomfortable or not, muffin top or not, un-bendable body or not, I followed that purple bag to Lizzy's class.
I couldn't help but wonder about the green shoe vision, though. It hadn't been just one shoe, like my vision, but maybe these were more suggestions instead of snapshots. The yoga picture came before the shoe, too, so it made sense. I mean, terrible as it had been, the green shoe girl and Jessica incident had helped me see I had people who would stand up for me, friends even. So, maybe that was the reasoning behind it.
Despite the calm I felt about the whole situation while talking with Rainy last night (not needing to figure it out, just needing to follow it), I couldn't help the thought, or question, that kept popping into my head today. Why? Why was this happening to me? The acceptance was wearing off, quick. If these images were good, if they were helping me change my life, what was the universe getting out of this? The thoughts swirled through my brain, making it ache.
A cacophony of honking horns and people shouting in the street next to me pulled my attention back to reality. I turned to see what was going on.
And saw another green shoe. The green shoe. This time it was just like I had seen in my mind and I right-away knew that the similar footwear from last night had been a terrible coincidence. This shoe sat alone in the middle of the road. Cars were swerving, but not just to avoid hitting the shoe, but to avoid the man walking through the street toward the shoe. The shoe pointed right at him, like an arrow.
He looked to be in his late twenties, he wore khakis and a striped button up shirt. Large black-rimmed glasses rocked precariously on the tip of his nose as he hopped. Oh, yeah, he was hopping because he wore only one green shoe. His other foot was clad in a white sock. The sock was super white, like he had just bleached it, bright. That must've been why he wouldn't put his foot down on the ground. He hopped through traffic toward his other green shoe. Another guy stood behind him on the curb, doing equal parts laughing and cringing as he watched the man navigate through the busy street.
My mind reeled. Green shoe. Green shoe! The green shoe. Not on anyone's terrible feet this time. Not two, just the one. In the road! What was I supposed to do? I looked to my left and right. Cars were zooming by. The honking and yelling continued. The fence discovery had been mostly quiet, as had the yoga bag, but this. Yeesh.
My heart hammered and my head felt hot, but I needed to get to that shoe. I couldn't pass up one of my visions. Plus, this looked to be a case of severe adult bullying. As a victim who always wished people would come to my aid, as someone who had, just last night, had people save her, I felt it was my duty to help this guy out.
I made my decision and ran into the street. The honking and yelling turned its attention toward me and grew even angrier. I ducked my head, held my bag tight, and scooted as fast as I could toward the shoe. Luckily, since I was using both of my feet to travel, I got to it quickly. The guy didn't see me
Rainy shook her head. "Not early; we're going to do the lunch class. It's for beginners."
I took a deep breath in and let it sit in my lungs as if it were a friend helping me decide. Then I let it out slowly. And nodded.
That's how I ended up three blocks down from my office at 11:35 the next morning. I walked quickly to the address Rainy gave me last night before I left. A bag of workout clothes bounced at my side, stuffed to the brim with my doubts, fears, anxieties, and questions. But I was going. Making different choices than I normally would have. The fence had gotten me Rainy and now Anna and Lizzy.
I repeated the positive phrases Tim had given me. I visualized myself doing cool yoga poses (and pushed the visions of me falling on my face aside). I didn't want to mess this up. So uncomfortable or not, muffin top or not, un-bendable body or not, I followed that purple bag to Lizzy's class.
I couldn't help but wonder about the green shoe vision, though. It hadn't been just one shoe, like my vision, but maybe these were more suggestions instead of snapshots. The yoga picture came before the shoe, too, so it made sense. I mean, terrible as it had been, the green shoe girl and Jessica incident had helped me see I had people who would stand up for me, friends even. So, maybe that was the reasoning behind it.
Despite the calm I felt about the whole situation while talking with Rainy last night (not needing to figure it out, just needing to follow it), I couldn't help the thought, or question, that kept popping into my head today. Why? Why was this happening to me? The acceptance was wearing off, quick. If these images were good, if they were helping me change my life, what was the universe getting out of this? The thoughts swirled through my brain, making it ache.
A cacophony of honking horns and people shouting in the street next to me pulled my attention back to reality. I turned to see what was going on.
And saw another green shoe. The green shoe. This time it was just like I had seen in my mind and I right-away knew that the similar footwear from last night had been a terrible coincidence. This shoe sat alone in the middle of the road. Cars were swerving, but not just to avoid hitting the shoe, but to avoid the man walking through the street toward the shoe. The shoe pointed right at him, like an arrow.
He looked to be in his late twenties, he wore khakis and a striped button up shirt. Large black-rimmed glasses rocked precariously on the tip of his nose as he hopped. Oh, yeah, he was hopping because he wore only one green shoe. His other foot was clad in a white sock. The sock was super white, like he had just bleached it, bright. That must've been why he wouldn't put his foot down on the ground. He hopped through traffic toward his other green shoe. Another guy stood behind him on the curb, doing equal parts laughing and cringing as he watched the man navigate through the busy street.
My mind reeled. Green shoe. Green shoe! The green shoe. Not on anyone's terrible feet this time. Not two, just the one. In the road! What was I supposed to do? I looked to my left and right. Cars were zooming by. The honking and yelling continued. The fence discovery had been mostly quiet, as had the yoga bag, but this. Yeesh.
My heart hammered and my head felt hot, but I needed to get to that shoe. I couldn't pass up one of my visions. Plus, this looked to be a case of severe adult bullying. As a victim who always wished people would come to my aid, as someone who had, just last night, had people save her, I felt it was my duty to help this guy out.
I made my decision and ran into the street. The honking and yelling turned its attention toward me and grew even angrier. I ducked my head, held my bag tight, and scooted as fast as I could toward the shoe. Luckily, since I was using both of my feet to travel, I got to it quickly. The guy didn't see me
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