I wrote this on my iPhone while sitting at a table outside of Chipotle after class. I was going to put it as an Instagram but then realized that it’s a mile long and I would probably lose all my friends so I decided to put it on here.
And then all of a sudden, right when I feel like I have nothing else in me to give, right when I feel like maybe I shouldn’t even have come, my SoulCycle instructor goes “sorry not sorry I’m playing some Taylor Swift right now,” and then the light at the end if the tunnel appears in the distance and it feels like I’m flying. While the rest of the class trudges on, I’m adding on resistance and singing along to “Out Of The Woods” as loud as I can.
And do you know what overwhelming thought came over me in that moment? The realization that the whole point of life is to dance to the beat of your own music. Nobody should ever feel like they have the right to judge you based on the music you listen to, the books you read, the TV shows you cry to, or what you decide to do with your life. Because it’s your life and you’re only gonna get to the end of it in stride if you dance to the beat of the music that makes sense to you.
And ya know what? Screaming out the hypothetical question “Are we out of the woods yet?” over and over again while in an exercise class makes sense to me. And to Heather, my SoulCycle instructor, thanks for killing me and bringing me back to life all in a matter of 45 minutes. You’re the actual best.