: almost a year ago, an idea showed up in my head. to take an old garage – full of old stuff, dirty, forgotten – and turn it into my own #dance room. a workout room. a small private #gym. mine. for a year, it was just a #dream, and during that year I was slowly doing it. cleaning. throwing things away. fixing. arranging. changing this weird, dirty place into something real.
now I’m thinking about it and I’m proud. five minutes ago I wasn’t. but when I look at the whole #transformation, I am. really. it was a very old, very dirty place. and now it’s a #dance room. a workout room. my #space.
today I went there for the first training. the first one after almost a year of building instead of using. and it was hard. not physically – mentally. this place isn’t finished. not even close. but it’s good enough to start. so I started. six minutes. only six minutes of actual workout. I was there much longer, but the workout itself was six minutes. and that was fine. it was hard. but it was good.
there was a lot of #pressure. switching from creating this place to actually using it. #pressure from the room. #pressure from the #dream. #pressure from myself. now it’s late evening and I already know something: I will go there tomorrow. and the day after tomorrow. and the next day too. I won’t say “I hope”. I will use it.
I’ve been waiting for this for so long. and now it’s here. done enough. real. usable. this #dream already came true. now I just need to live inside it. and maybe… let the #pressure go. and have fun there. we’ll see.
