In 7th grade gym, we did aerobics one quarter. It was 1983 or 84, so this must have seemed like a good idea. One of our assignments was to pair up and do some aerobics together - in front of the group. I can't imagine what the educational purpose of this was, except being able to survive humiliation.
I did not have a lot of friends in seventh grade.
That was my favorite shirt. You can't tell, but the writing is neon, as are my braces.
Luckily, one of the friends I did have was in my gym class. We decided to work on our aerobics together. Unlike other people, who had the self-confidence to make something up that day, we practiced our routine after school. More than once.
I think it might have been to "Girls Just Want to Have Fun", because it was 1984 and we weren't dumb enough to choose "Like a Virgin".
Anyway, my aerobics partner and I remained friends throughout high school. We sort of lost touch afterwards, but, like everyone else in the world, reconnected on Facebook. Other than our undoubtedly fabulous aerobics dance (what? There's no video to prove that it wasn't fabulous), I don't remember her being much of a performer in school. She wasn't in a band, or the band, much as she loved music.
But she has started a band. At the age of 42 (not that it matters, but she's six months older than I am - I am still a spry 41). I think this is the coolest thing ever. She has kids and a job and all that and she just started a band.
Another woman I've known since 7th grade just moved from an urban environment on one coast to a small town environment on the other. Total lifestyle change.
I guess my point is. . .I love the idea that things can change. That I can still change. I've been in a rut for such a long time. I'm not yet sure how I'm going to get out of the rut, but I've grown more confident that I can.
Maybe I should go choreograph a dance or something.