Both of my grandmothers had PhDs in Worrying. And, although I'm pedigreed when it comes to worrying, the following statement made perfect sense to me when I heard it long ago: Worrying Is Like Rocking In A Rocking Chair – It Gives You Something To Do But It Doesn’t Get You Anywhere! So, when will I finally learn?
Several weeks ago, I joined my fellow Jazzercisers in a Dallas Mavericks halftime routine -- benefitting the Pink Ribbons Project.
Every day leading up to the game I worried about the following:
- I hope I won’t forget the steps, trip, fall, or faint during the performance
- I hope they won’t put me in the middle because I’m petite and no one will notice me
- I hope they won’t put me in the front row because I’m petite and everyone will notice me
- I hope my new jazz pants won’t make my tush look big
Well, of course, everything I worried about didn’t happen. Typically, the stuff you worry about never does. Here’s something I did not worry about that did happen:
Two male staff workers standing atop a giant ladder -- over my spot -- fixing a malfunctioning camera mounted on the backboard -- during the entire routine!
Is it considered bad luck to perform an entire 3-minute Jazzercise routine under a ladder?