Ahhh, my subconscious.
I woke up this morning with Mariah Carey singing "Baby won't you be my sweetheart?" in my head. Apparently my subconscious has a sense of humor.
But I must confess. I normally don't go to the gym on Thursdays, but today I made myself get out of bed at the mere thought of possibly running into him.
And when I got to the gym... he wasn't there.
Now, what I genuinely loved about this discovery was the absolute peace I felt when I realized it. There was no disappointment or longing. There were no conscious fear based thoughts.
I actually completed more reps on the weight machines and at the end of it all, felt really, truly great about my workout.
Now that feels good:)
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