Who Lost?

Ok readers, can I be completely real for second? Since I am a persistent blogger for Project Live Happy, I feel like such a hypocrite about so many things; which is what has led me to write about My Life As A Hypocrite.

Today in Zumba class I was heavy in thought. I couldn’t help but think about how I would have preferred to be at home, on the couch, with my warm quilt, some spike hot tea, and a good movie. I didn’t feel like being around anybody because I was so ANGRY! I was feeling “some kinda way” about how I have been underappreciated all day long! I wanted to literally scream. So, instead of screaming, instead of speaking to the people who left me feeling unappreciated, I just tried my hardest to fade out during Zumba. I tried to imagine that no one else was around, but that didn’t work at all. I tried to think happy thoughts, but that wasn’t working either. It wasn’t until I looked at the person who had hurt me laughing and enjoying her workout that I realized: “I’m just sipping arsenic from a self made cocktail while the world keeps on turning.”

As I stood there barely wiggling my body and doing just enough to say I worked out I was left to answer the question: “Who really ended up losing?” I could have got a great workout in and enjoyed the company of other women trying to reach a common health goal, but instead I chose to pout and miss out on an easy blessing. Ultimately, it was I who ended up losing. Winners aren’t easily shaken. Losers are. Winners know that they have a goal to reach. Losers are easily sidetracked. I’m not usually a loser, but tonight I was. I have to face the mirror and be honest with me, so the next time I’m faced with a challenge, I won’t allow my anger to cost me the big win.

 Isn’t it funny how we know what it takes to win, but we forget in the heat of an emotion. How many times must we tell ourselves the same truth, read the same scriptures, hear the same sermons, learn the same lessons before we decide to discipline our actions enough to act like we know. Guess that’s where the old saying “talk is cheap” comes in and fits like a tailor made glove.