I want to apologize in advance for joking about something that isn’t funny.
My son was hounding me for months to take better care of my health; and if you’ve followed my posts on Choose You, you know I’ve been trying. Less chocolate. Less stress. More exercise.
I could be the last person on the planet who hasn’t tried Zumba; and a few weeks ago I officially vowed to go.
Who knew the universe would conspire against me by cancelling the class?
I figured it could be a sign; but I gave Zumba another chance a few weeks later, when my friend invited me to come to a class at the fitness club where she belongs.
This time I actually went. And I actually liked it.
So a few days ago I went back again— by myself— to consider joining her gym. Got all the information and membership forms; and while I was there, I took my second Zumba class.
I knew Daniel would be glad that he managed to light a fire under me.
Only then the universe did it for real.
I took that Zumba class Thursday afternoon at 5 p.m. 12 hours later the gym burned down.
And Moses only got a burning bush.