Thank you Kate Hudson ....

 
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About 3 weeks ago, a grainy video of Kate Hudson belting out an improv version of one of Lady Gaga’s songs got my attention. It wasn’t the fact that Kate, an actor, was singing and clearly had a great voice in addition to having acting chops. It wasn’t the fact the video was grainy and almost had that hidden cam feel to it (like you’re actually not supposed to be watching). It was because Kate, was lying on a reformer and doing pilates “getting back into shape” after she popped out child number 3.

Pilates. Sigh. I watched that video of her effortlessly working out, and belting out a great tune at the same time. For about two days this gnawed at me and triggered a pity party. “How lucky she is to have all the money in the world and all the freedom to just spend endless hours doing pilates and getting back into great shape” I bemoaned to myself. “Wow, imagine what my life would be like if my biggest concern is what yoga pants I should wear to my pilates lesson and what time is the nanny arriving again?” I mean no disrespect to Hudson who I’ve actually met and is as sweet and kind in person as you’d imagine her to be, I know she has her own Mt Everest’s to climb. But why was I so insanely jealous? It took me a few days of passive moping, before realizing that It was simply because she was investing the time and the money to do pilates. And I was not. Had not since I was in my twenties. And I had successfully convinced myself that it just wasn’t worth that kind of investment for me - both time and money. It only took me an additional four weeks to slay my very strong procrastination tactics, google pilates studio near me and schedule my first session. Even better, this pilates studio specialized in pilates for equestrians AND happened to be right on the oath of my daily commute.

I went this morning for my first lesson. It was fabulous. From the second I drove up and saw the gorgeous blooming vines, the water fountains and the statue of St Francis of Assisi, I recognized this as a sacred space. Something my soul and my body desperately needed. My tanks are filled for the day - probably the week actually. I’m walking taller and am feeling pretty happy with myself for making it happen. But the person I really have to thank is Kate …