All week long I have been thinking about the Nia Class I am having to Benefit the American Cancer Society’s Relay For Life. I have been thinking and planning, but I waited until the last minute to DO. It is late the night before and I am printing, practicing, creating, thinking, writing, but at least I am not worrying. All week long I felt like the person who plans a party and then worries that no one will show up. Have you ever had that worry? I was worried but then I talked to a few people who said they are going to come. I would like a full house, but I am just glad that I won’t be by myself.
As I was thinking about having a party and having no one show up I remembered something about a party when I was young. I remembered being invited to a party. It was a birthday party. I don’t think I knew the girl well, she was one of those quiet children that hadn’t been around for long. Sadly I don’t remember her name, nor do I remember when she left. But I do remember her party. Well, that isn’t even true. I remember at one point I didn’t want to go. I remember hemming and hawing and talking to my mom about not going. But then I decided to go.
My mom drove me to the place where the party was. I remember it was a trailer park. I think it was not far from my house. I remember the birthday girl in a dress. I remember us waiting together for more people to show up. No one else came. I remember feeling so bad for my friend. I remembering feeling bad that I almost didn’t even show up myself. This all came to me in a rush this past week as I was thinking, “What if no one shows up?” I remember how hurt my friend was. It made me sad remembering.
As I mentioned, I can’t remember much more of the party. I don’t remember a lot of the details obviously, but I do remember I was the only one that went. I don’t think I have ever been to another party where that had happened. I don’t think I have ever had that happen. I usually pester a couple of friends into telling me whether they are coming or not because I DON’T want to have a party and have no one show up. Hosting a party and hosting a class are two different things. I don’t feel it is as bad pestering people about whether they are attending your party, but I don’t feel right doing that when it comes to having a class. I am just happy that a few people are coming and so I won’t be dancing by myself and I will at least have a few donations to add to the relay.
It is odd the things you remember. While I was remembering about my friend from grade school I sent out a little positive thought. I hope that she is doing well. Maybe you can send out a positive thought for me too . . . help the benefit for cancer Nia class be a success. Thanks!
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