For Christmas, my friend Sarah gave me a certificate for a free month at Curves. I knew a lot about it already. My mom, mother-in-law, and 2 sisters-in-law were all members. The workout is well structured and I knew it would word, but I’d always felt funny spending the money on something I knew I was perfectly able to do at home.

Finally, I bit the bullet and set up an appointment. I loved it. The atmosphere was positive, the workout was fun, and the people were normal people (as opposed to hard-bodies in matching Fila workout gear). I had only intended to use my free month to jump start my workout at home, but after I finished working out I knew I had to join. It was healthy and positive and doable.

Within the first week of going there, I noticed they were looking for someone to work afternoons. A few days earlier, I had been wondering what kind of job I’d want to have. This seemed perfect. A chance to use all my sports/workout background and help other women at the same time.

I submitted my application and waited. 6 weeks later I was called in for an interview. By then I was having a lot of doubts. Do I really want to give up my freedom for this? Will it be good for my family or is it selfish? Even though I was scared and unsure, I felt like God was asking me to do this.

At my first interview I found out I was already scheduled for a second interview. It helped me feel more confident. The second interview was with the owner and she was already talking about dress code and such.

I got the job. Now I’m employed. It’s been a week so far and it’s been fun. I get to wear sweats and t-shirts to work. How can you beat that. It’s been great so far.

As far as adventures go, it’s pretty tame. But it was hard to put my fears and doubts aside and do what God was asking me to do. I feel stronger having done that. More centered, maybe.