Zumba and Other Unrelated Musings

At last it is here! Zumba classes have started in work and I have been along to the first two lessons so far. I have to say it is an enjoyable experience and a brilliant workout. Yet to see any benefits on the old weight front but I do look forward to the lessons and I seem to be getting a kick out of the exercise! I am the only man attending at the moment, (most people in work know me that way), though it does also have a certain appeal to my femme side admittedly. Where else might you get the chance to practice your hip movements and feminine movements so openly? It does however remind me that when it comes to such things I have a lot to learn to overcome the male dyspraxia and to loosen my hips and back. Often it feels like I have all the grace of a lump of concrete moving through treacle. I’ll get there though! (She says smiling from ear to ear!)

Here is a conundrum for you. What do you do if you realise that the boots you are wearing under your jeans to work in male mode are the same as those your female colleague sitting directly opposite you is wearing? I’m opting to remain quiet unless it is mentioned and keeping my legs firmly under my desk as much as possible. Who would it be worse for if it was pointed out? Her or me? Let’s cross that bridge if we get to it.

I don’t usually talk religion as there is so much that has put me off in the past few years. I am feeling the need though to try and bring Grace and my spiritual needs together. Probably opening a hornets nest, but I am feeling I’ve hurt myself too much for the sake of what others might think. Looking into possibilities is all I’m going to say as they are feelings very personal to me which I’m not going to force down anyone’s throat, but again a side to me I’ve switched off for too long.

Much respect to Sue for having the courage to be open to some close friends recently about her Trans side. I am thinking of doing similar to one such close friend and her partner. If anything has taught me something over the past few months we never know how long we have despite our best efforts. Someone I know lost her partner to a heart attack very suddenly over Christmas which brought much into perspective. I would like to think that if anything was to happen to me, heaven forbid, I didn’t miss too many opportunities. I would also like to think that there are some people out there who can talk about Grace positively and not as something to be whispered or not dared mentioned as and when I’m gone, especially to my son. I intend to be around for some time yet, just in case you think I’m getting too morbid, but you do have to think about these things from time to time.

Still waiting on the tissue matching results. No news is possibly good news in this respect. I’ll let you know if things change.