TRY

     As I was driving to the studio this week, I left my house in such a huff. I wanted to be a little earlier to refresh myself on the work that needed to be done for the week. Mr. C left the studio in my hands for a few weeks so he can recuperate from his knee surgery. I had a lot on my plate, and wanted to make sure classes started off without a hitch. I was under a lot of pressure at home, work, and school; my final essay is due for my English class and I had two days to finish it. 

Before I was ready to leave the house my dog did a number on the kitchen trash and I was terribly upset that I had to clean it up. The broom was missing, the dust buster was dead, and I was late for work. Kids left my kitchen a mess again which I had just cleaned up that morning. My laundry that was in the washer somehow made it all into the dryer (which I dislike very much, I prefer to air dry some things). My tee shirt that I adore is now toddler sized. I yelled at my kids, they became upset. “I was just trying to help”. Sure, I didn't buy it. The curriculum I was working for the week failed to upload to the studios iPad. It was Stripe Week – can I handle this? All these little small things collided once I actually got in the car. I was annoyed, a little angry. No, I was a lot angry.

Going to work for the first day as the Head Instructor was a big deal and I was blowing it.

I am fuming by now, the 2:30 train decided to make an early appearance. I am out of gas, the car is filthy inside and out. Every little thing is starting to stress me out! I really needed to cool off – what kind of attitude is this?

I decide to turn on the radio to block out the stress. Started to hum a tune that I had heard before. I knew it was from P!nk, but I could not remember the name of the song, but it was catchy. The lyrics went as follows:

"Where there is desire

There is gonna be a flame

Where there is a flame

Someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

                                 You gotta get up and try, and try, and try"

Ok, I get it.

After hearing the chorus in my head the entire ride to work, I pull up to find a snow-covered sidewalk. Ok here it goes again, I am reciting this repeatedly now. Shovel. Salt. I really want this night of classes to go well.

"Where there is desire

There is gonna be a flame

Where there is a flame

Someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

                                 You gotta get up and try, and try, and try"

Alright. Lets get this week rolling. Wait.

iPad is dead. Charge. Trash leaked all over the entryway. Clean it up. Studio is smoking hot. Hmmm… Mr. O will need to work on that one – that's righ: delegate. Office key broke, I have a spare.  Here we go, deep breaths, this night needs to go well, its my first one for weeks to come.

"Where there is desire

There is gonna be a flame

Where there is a flame

Someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

                                 You gotta get up and try, and try, and try"

ASAH Sharks are piling in and they are in rare form. I think back to how Mr. C. handles this class, and I do everything I can to keep it under control. They crack me up. Tried a new technique to get their attention. It WORKS! Woah.

Ninjas are hysterical, I tried very hard to keep them focused. It is Monday, after all.

                                                                        

"Where there is desire

There is gonna be a flame

Where there is a flame

Someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

                                 You gotta get up and try, and try, and try"

I can do this.

At the end of the night I realized how incredibly silly I was for blowing the entire process of getting to work out of proportion. Sometimes all you have to do is get through the job at hand and try your best to make it work. Work with what you have. Maybe try something new; if isn’t working, try something else. Try to breathe. Try to rely on the talent surrounding you to help you out when you need it. Try going to work, school, home with a clear head. Try not to let the little things get you down. Because they are very little; who needs a clean car or a perfectly fitted tee shirt? Is that really important? What was important was my attitude. If you have a great attitude and you truly are focused the job will get done. Sure, little things might happen along the way, but did you try your best? Everybody you meet, work with or come in contact with has no idea your dog ate the trash. Do they care? No, they care about the smile or the high-five you give. They way you say I’m AWESOME – how are you, thank you for asking! Turn the dog ate my trash into a lesson of the week, the Ninjas cracked up at that one. They said “Miss Anne, maybe she was just hungry?” I felt better about it too.

And when I drove home that night, happy that the studio didn't implode, explode, nobody complained or was hurt and the classes went well, this song came on the radio again:

"Where there is desire

There is gonna be a flame

Where there is a flame

Someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

                                 You gotta get up and try, and try, and try"

As I sat down I was talking to Mr. C, he asked how classes went for my first night. I replied AWESOME. I thought about how incredibly strong he is, I am sure these things happen to him also. He is going to have a tough road of recuperating ahead of him. But does he ever lay down and give up? Never. He is trying right now to walk. Trying to work through the pain. Trying to convince me he will be back in three days.  I know classes will be different without him there, but I am going to try my best to keep going. Never give up, never give in. ~ Miss Anne