It has been a while since I posted any new blogs. Samhain came and went and my part time job became a full time job about 3 weeks ahead of schedule. Then I got cut at work, I got stitched back up and kept working but it did slow me down. The stitches came out yesterday and my thumb is healing nicely.
Lately, I have been looking around for a class to take this winter so I can keep working on loosing more weight and toning up and I may have found one. I'll go tonight and check it out. I have been invited to sit in on a class and see what I think.
In the past I have done boot camps, a couple different belly dance classes... this time I thought I'd try something new and a little- okay a LOT- outside of my comfort zone.
The reason for this possible new class is two-fold. One, my friend and fellow author Jeanne Adams recommended it...
And the second, is that I am damn sick and tired of being grabbed and or pounced on when I am in public.
Recently I was physically accosted after a public event by a "fan" and this person would not let go. They were too busy telling me loudly what they thought of me. Because and I quote "Their high priestess told them to." While a crowd of onlookers gleefully watched- and did nothing.
I had a choice of yanking away and having them toss red wine all over me, or speaking to them quietly and calming them down. I chose the 2nd option.
Sure, I could have made a scene and started shouting myself, but I chose to act like a lady. No point in giving them more attention- it was what they wanted. So I was classy, quiet, but firm and eventually I was able to remove myself from the situation.
My husband, friends and I had gotten separated as we left the event- and by the time my husband figured out something was amiss, I was walking away from the person, and back towards him, rubbing my arm, and muttering under my breath about seriously hiring a freaking bodyguard.
Then just a few days ago while attending a class, as I went to leave, I got grabbed by the arm again.
I hate to admit it. I froze.
I could not believe this was happening again. Once again someone was up in my face and had their hands on me without my permission. This time they were not being spiteful but it was still too close and they did not let go.
I spoke to this individual as politely as possible- as I was once again surrounded by many people who were watching me interact with this "fan"... and who were all doing nothing. Just enjoying the show.
Eventually the person let go of my arm and I was able to walk quietly away. What the hell? Just because I am an author does not mean people should feel free to grab a hold of me, yank me by the arm, and tell me all of their problems.
So, I think it's time to take my own damn advice. A page out of one of my own books, if you will, and do something a bit more pro-active.
I start tonight.
Blessed be, Ellen