….but for those who endure to the end.
It’s December 26th, 2014 6:58 am. It’s still dark and the express buses aren’t running, leaving us pioneers with not many options to get to work, school, and across the city here in Brampton.
I throw myself out of bed and get all of my lady things together and discover I have only have two options: 6:48 am or 7:04 am. It takes about 45 minutes to get to work and I start at 7:30am. I confess! I overslept, since I was quite stimulated from last nights dishes, and registering wonderful woman for our upcoming dance workshop.
At 6:44am I literally had to decide if I was willing to take the chance of missing the #23 and walking 15 minutes to the other stop with the potential of being 5 minutes late for wotk. Guess what I did?
By this time it’s 6:43 and then that small still voice (The Holy Spirit) tells me to turn back! so I look at my phone again, low and behold 1 minute was added on. Now I had not 4, but 5 minutes to get my but to the stop.
“That little Filipino girl seems to be in a rush, I wonder if she’s catching the #23. If anything I’ll tell the driver to wait, but I’m putting these Zumba Flagging feet to work! Mouth dry, damp weather, baggage on my shoulder…couldn’t this be easier?”
I run, stop, run, stop; too afraid to lo ok at my phone as this fear of missing that bus that will get me to work 15 minutes earlier so that I can warm up my breakfast sandwich and drink a cup of Zen tea with lactose free milk from my amazing workplace, Starbucks.
“The race is not for the swift but for those that endure to the end”
..DON’T GIVE UP WHEN YOU ACTUALLY FEEL LIKE IT. Take a deep breath and move on!