Not a man nor hippy
I went to an exercise class which involved mats and balance balls. I learned a few things. We did all sorts of maneuvers on the ball. Not only was it hard, the act of balancing made me giggle. I felt so released to just concentrate on trying to stay on the ball in the oddest of positions. What fun! I laughed out loud during some of the routines. I wondered what other activities would cause me to laugh out loud. Maybe it isn't so hard to find that inner child. Heaven knows we (I) could use a good giggle more often. After the class, I was hurrying to throw some clothes on so I could get my youngest ones. The instructor popped out of the shower. She was so chatty. As she talked about the class and her personal life, I was a few feet from her. I looked at my shoes, looked at her eyes, the floor or my bag. She showed no sign of discomfort or hurry. This woman was middle-aged and obviously comfortable with herself. Anytime I think I might be ready for some earthy sis