How I Learned To Make My Own Happiness A Priority

I’m not so good at telling people how to do things right, but I learned to make my own happiness, which I thought was a priority, a priority.

How often did you fail to realize that you had a problem in your life or had forgotten a small, seemingly unimportant thing? What are a few small, seemingly unimportant things that we tend to forget or ignore? And if we think we might need to do something, can we do it without being ashamed?

This class was one of my favorites and I highly recommend it.

Why is this important?  What it was like to learn these things?

This was my first time being given a free class. I’m not going to lie, I’m not a huge fan of the university system.

I remember that the first day, I had planned on getting an A in the class.  I don’t know why they started me off with a C because I was just doing poorly and they should have been expecting it.

One morning, as I finished in the early morning, an old girl was on the treadmill in our gym.  She was wearing her swimsuit underneath her clothes and was just working out. This is her first day and she was out for an hour.

It was a warm, sunny day and we started in the morning with the treadmill.

After doing it that morning, I remember having a dream.  I dreamed about the treadmill machine. I saw how I could take advantage of any problem if I just got to do it, then I could live my life while enjoying the experience.

I woke up and I woke the girl up.  She’s the reason I am here right now.

One of the things I was most proud of was that we would often find ourselves getting a bit of a workout, just to find out if we could continue it after we left.   

I remember seeing a lot of people in one class, I remember this very bright red colored shirt (I don’t remember who that was as I was asleep).  After my second class, I had to use the restroom, so I went to the washroom at the back of the gym, and there is this white girl in a white shirt in a stall.

I went over and asked if she needed something.  I tried my best to get her to look at me with sympathy, or compassion, I don’t know what it was but I just felt like saying “oh well, take care” because she seemed really happy to see me and we were going to finish class together.

But she never looked her eyes in my eyes.

I went back to my seat.

After class, we were walking towards the exit when the same white girl came over.  As the class was going, her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face.

At first I thought “oh, she’s lost interest. She won’t be here to try out the treadmill if it doesn’t work, but the smile on her face was so amazing.”

I wanted to stay and work on the treadmill.

But I got a better look at her and it was clear that she was going to keep looking to the right every time it was my turn.

I wanted it to work, I went to her for a conversation after class.

She told me that she was just having a little trouble getting comfortable with this type of exercise equipment.