I work really well under pressure. Wait. The truth is that I have best results under pressure. I quite like the devil challenging me. In my private life...not too much; I can easily lose it if something bothers me. But it doesn't! I am happy, always been this way. Now I'm happier than ever! I have my reasons and there is no way I would tell you this story. But I'm happy to share another one.
So big day today, three classes in a row, bootcamps and client after client. But I still got some time off around lunchtime. Here I was hitting the shops to buy some flowers for my garden. It's almost Spring here in New Zealand. First stop, the Post shopwhere I had to pay for my car reggo. Easy for you, guys, cause you're not blonde. The lady at the counter is one of my clients so we chatted for a while about all sorts. Then I realized that I have no clue what my car's number plate was.I never bothered with that. I also was completely lost about what model my car was, but I knew the color. Normal! I love colors! I told you I'm blonde. My client is not and she knows me well. So she took her lunch break while I checked the details of my car. I wanted to, but I forgot where I parked. You know I don't like dramas. Therefore I decided to give myself another chance and just think again. I remembered where I parked and even seen my car...right after I tried to break into another silver one, very similar to mine. Luckily the owner was a nice guy and he understood my confusion...blonde moment again. So back to the Post shop, where I was finally able to pay for my reggo.
Next stop, the plant shop. I bought all sorts of flowers and left without my car keys. When I went back, the lady who served me smiled, weird kind of smile. Maybe she left her keys in a shop sometime or maybe she realized how stupidly blonde I was. All good, I know who I am. No worries here.
Then the supermarket. I haven't forgotten my car keys there, nor my wallet. Just my handbag. That's fine, another nice lady smiled with compassion and handled back my bag. Fine again as long as people understand that we blondes live under constant pressure. You see, this pressure makes us lose our heads....easily!
So upside down day today, but let me tell you something. I have trained 2 ladies and 3 guys today. No mistake, all perfect! I have taught 3 classes in a row. All perfect. I have trained bootcampers. Fine again. No blonde moments in my work. But I told you already. I am allowed to do mistakes in my personal life. I have reasons. I'm happy and no again, I won't be telling you about that. One story at the time. I already told you one, guys! Have a great day! :)
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I'm like a German soldier on mission. Nobody gives me days off. Actually that's a lie. I had a Sunday off recently...after 920 days of work. Yes, I counted them; nothing wrong with that. Blondes always analyze things in their blonde heads.
People love me, you know that. I'm not angry and I don't create arguments. Another lie. I do create them, but I don't respond well to loud voices just because I haven't figured out how to argue back. I will one day! So back to the love. Miriam loves me dearly I guess and, because she does, she really wants to show her love every single day. Like today when she broke my working cycle by offering me what nobody else did: a day off....not quite, but certainly a morning and a good afternoon to myself. I don't know what her plan really was, but it worked out beautifully. So she locked my studio, which is fine because we always close it....when we remember. Not with my keys inside though. Then she left to work.
Remember that Miriam is blonde; not so blonde as I am, but still. Of course she's blonde; she's my daughter! We, natural blondies, do stuff and always have solutions...as many as possible. All crap! So, on the phone, with a sweet voice, she advised me to break into my studio. Why would I do that? To call the locksmith later? I don't like the guy. He always hits on me. And, to be honest, I love my day off. So thanks a million, Miriam. You're the best. My clients as well because they all understood my panic when I called them today to cancel sessions...and classes....and bootcamps. On the bright side, at least I know what to do when I want another day off. So if I ever call you to cancel again, guys, it's because I locked my keys in my studio. On purpose. Simple as! Have a great day, guys! I know I am! :)
Lazy Sunday for me, guys, and I hope it's the same for you. Let's keep the laziness for longer and let's make an easy one today. I would start with with an affirmation: I am blonde, far too blonde sometimes! You see? I made it sound positive, because this is how I am. So, blonde or not, I have style. Always had it. It's not just the fancy clothes I wear. There is so much more to it. Coco Chanel was my mentor since I was just a little girl. "Fashion changes, but style endures". Lady Chanel of course. I designed my style in years, I added what suited me and got rid of what wasn't me... just because I believed in what Anna Wintour, another mentor, said once "Create your own style..let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others". I am unique enough, thank you so very much!
I am a fitness person and what people expect to see is a funky woman, wearing sporty clothes. The thing is that tough and rough is not so much me. I am a different trainer, who wears beautiful clothes, and this is the statement I make and the trend I create! I feel comfortable in heels, as higher as possible; I own many (I mean, super many!) dresses, all one made. I never owned a PJ, I said it in another blog: I have nighties...beautiful ones by the way! I love fine nylons; I am a lace girl. I have one headband for each day of the year...unique ones, beautifully designed. You may believe that the trainer image doesn't match the one I am in my private life...but it does. I may look absurd to some, but just remember that even the absolute high fashion guru Karl Lagerfeld may agree with me. At least that's what he believes in; "Absurdity and anti- absurdity are the two poles of creative energy". Creativity? I don't need color; I am the color in my universe! I am a damn good trainer wearing fine things! I surround myself with materials that give me pleasure (no plastic in my world, guys!), smooth surfaces, perfectly rounded edges, gloss finishings. I bring together people who have their own style. They may look weird or just different, but they are stunning people, who know who they are....and you, guys, are some of them!
So, guys, you may believe that my thoughts today are addressed more to chicks rather than you....but this is not the case. Style defines us all! You have to be the color, fabric and smell you wear, the sounds you listen to, the images you look at! Forget about what's en vogue, what others try hard to identify with; forget about elegance. Adopt your own style. You don't need a fortune to have that! Good taste and style are forever! "Elegance is refusal"; Coco again! Have a fab lazy Sunday! :)
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