Or do we?
The divorce rates are higher than ever. Marriage is treated like a disposible commodity. While many in the the gay community are fighting for the right to marry, so many in the hetero community are going to court to get out of their vows. Our families are falling apart. Jobs…well, in many cases jobs are either like throw-away conveniences that fund our existence or they own our lives. Is that commitment or forced necessity…
I woke up the other morning and this topic smacked me across the back of the head. If you read my blog it’s hard to miss that I’ve joined a water aerobics class. But Thursday morning, I woke up and I was exhausted. Don’t you hate that when you get up and you’re already tired? It was a rough morning. Thank goodness, I committed—there’s that word again—to a routine this year that makes the morning easier. This would have been a morning for tears and recriminations otherwise. I thought, maybe I’ll just come home and climb in bed after I take the kids to school.
I didn’t. I got there just in time after grumbling that I wished people were more committed to using their turn signals. Boy, and I’m glad I did go to class. I dashed in to the pool area, just as it was time to start. It’s not a good sign when you hear “Oh good there’s Brynn” as you walk in. There were two people there. Two! Thankfully two other people came in right after I did, but it was practically a private class. Usually we have at least ten to twenty people there.
Again the topic of commitment filter through my thoughts. I joined the class because of the commitment factor. Knowing I’m expected gets my hiney there.