Accidentaly Safer

I may, inadvertently, have agreed to join the Martial Arts class at work.

You know how you think that you'll feel so silly? How, you'll never need to defend your self, or you'll look stupid in the silly belted pajamas or the classes? Those poor overly excited kids look so goofy coming out of the classrooms you see in strip malls....

Well, that's me anyway. I know lots of people do it for self-defense or exercise, and that's fulfilling for them. I thought it was another chance for me to embarrass myself.

Class starts in 45 minutes and I'm more nervous about going in there than I ever have been about being on stage.

I know I need the exercise, and a lot of my friends will be in the class. There's no reason to feel so upset about the class.

...

Perhaps I'm not being so clear.

I'm upset that I feel like I need a self defense class.

Last week I had an incident where I was accosted through my open car window and I haven't been the same since. That's ultimately why I'm here, waiting for things to start.

I'm ok, and he didn't take anything. Only my sense of security. I mentioned it to the dance director, who teaches martial arts here, and she said "We'll see you Tuesday."

I should be grateful that I can just jump into this. I suppose I am.

Maybe it will help me feel safe where I didn't after what happened last week.

I'll let you know how it goes.