How Karen Got her Groove Back

When was the last time you stomped, wiggled, jiggled, hipped, hopped, snapped, shimmied, shook, slid, glided, smiled and laughed? I do this every Friday night and it has become my Godsend. Last month I wrote about having fun in the summer and I am going to tell you my experience in taking my own coaching advise.
Knowing that I am a Life Coach, everyone I know tells me their troubles. It comes with the territory, I get it, but lately I have felt surrounded by negativity. My phone Reps hate their jobs, my friends have their challenges, family stuff, clients….the list goes on. I was feeling pretty drained and knew I needed to add some fun somewhere in my life. Something I could do where we had fun and no one was down about anything. Where life was good for the moment.

I recently joined a new gym. I am limited as to what I can do because I have a shoulder issue so much to my horror, the girl suggested this Groove class. Let me tell you that I do not have one iota of groove in my almost 40-year-old body.

I showed up for class and waited outside eyeballing all the other ladies waiting. I sidled up to one and asked what the class was like. As she was eyeballing me she told me it’s fun, that no one cares what you are doing as long as you move.

What she didn’t tell me as I entered the pitch-black room is that you dance to a 70’s disco ball. Yup, disco ball. The music is anything but disco. I am so out of touch with today’s hip hop that I have no idea who or what the hell I was grooving to.

The teacher stepped up on the stage and I swore to God a mix betwee
Fran Drescher and Kelly Ripa was teaching the class. She was hilarious. She forgot many of the steps because they are in the middle of learning new dances, her facial expressions were priceless and she yelled, “Freestyle” anytime she forgot something. She told us to think of this class like Vegas and anything that happens in class, stays in class so dance like nobody is watching. She’ll even close her eyes so she won’t look at us.

Young and old the ladies moved and grooved for an hour and for a moment everyone was laughing and having fun. For a few minutes I was Jennifer Lopez, Jenny from The Block, J. Lo.

I had so much fun and carried it home with me that I couldn’t resist asking my husband if he wanted to see my “pony?” He asked me what happened to the policy of what happens in class stays in class? He thought the policy was a great one.

I look forward to this one hour a week where I know I am going to have pure, simple,fun. I will not take myself seriously, I will laugh at myself and damn it, and I will have fun.

Everyone should have one hour of this kind of fun every week. Whatever makes you feel happy, alive and silly make it a priority to do it once a week. I get out of that class ready to tackle all the world’s problems. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.

Move over, Jennier Lopez! nn