I am nothing if not a creature of habit.
I freely admit to hitting up the same Starbucks near my house a few times a week. Yes, caffeine is an addiction and Starbucks is my pusher.
With the weather cooling off, I broke out my favorite pair of well-worn fingerless knit gloves. They’re red and black-checked (the pattern of socks I will wear when I eventually bout with the Naptown Roller Girls (sometime next year). I’ve spent two winters with them and occasionally don them while at work due to my office being on-par with a meat locker in terms of climate control.
(me, my gloves, and my friend Amira)
Last week, as I pulled up to the drive-through window to get my morning hit, the barista asked if I was still in “derby class.” She was referring to the wonderful Derby Lite program, which I started last spring after more than two years off-skates. After class on weeknights, I often stop and grab a lemonade on my way home.
I nodded, but then mentioned I had returned to competitive skating. When I told her I had become a member of Naptown, the barista behind her screamed and said, “your games are beyond fun – we need to go!”
I blushed and handed them our season schedule cards before heading on my way.
It struck me later the feeling of accomplishment I felt in that moment. I’ve worked on myself physically and emotionally for many months and being recognized as a member of one the best roller derby teams in the world felt….well, pretty amazing.
My metanoia has been to become a better wife, daughter, friend, colleague, and teammate.
While this is an ever-evolving process, that moment of simple recognition reminded me just how far I’ve come.
(forgive the sap – I’ve probably had too much coffee)