Zumba in the Tub

I've been thinking a lot about personal wellness lately and what it means besides the obvious "do-goodery" mentality. It's obviously a personal definition since it's about personal wellness. But while definitions may vary, I think the results are pretty similar. The results are supposed to make you feel serene, centered, content, revitalized and for lack of a better word, full of wellness.
So how do you achieve this awesome state of balanced bliss? Wouldn't you love to know?
But like some things in life, you have to figure out the path to your personal wellness through first-hand experience.
This past week, I've been pondering my special formula. I haven't figured out the perfect concoction yet and I suspect it will always be some sort of work in progress as I change and develop as a person.
However, I have figured out a couple of key ingredients to my recipe and I would like to share them with you...
Taking a Bath. I can't remember the last time I took one, so I changed up my routine and took a bath to relax, to submerge, to soak. For those 45 minutes, I erased the worries in my mind and concentrated on feeling purely in the moment. I reminisced about fond memories, beautiful sunsets, and times of warmth and friendship. At the end of my bath, I felt positive and renewed...and positively renewed.
New Class at Gym. Lately, I've been taking more classes at the gym. Last week, I took a Zumba class and went all out even though I didn't know the moves this last week. When Miguelito (did I say Miguelito? I meant Miguel - the wonderful instructor) popped his booty, I, albeit pathetically, popped too...and it felt good.
There was always an apprehension about going back to Zumba after my first class I attended many months back. I kept thinking that people were staring at me in the mirror, pointing at my failures, and laughing as I turned in the other direction when everyone else was perfectly in sync with Miguel. I was sure that I would make a fool of myself and told myself I wouldn't go back; instead I wimped out and headed to familiar territory like yoga. But this past week, I decided to give it a try since I had resolved to challenge myself in unexpected ways. About a third of the way through this class, I realized that there were plenty of people with two left feet still dancing along multiple steps behind and not caring about how they appeared. They were just dancing to the beat, living, and enjoying themselves...and even if they cared about appearances, no one was staring, pointing or ridiculing them.
So I figure personal wellness should be like Zumba class in a tub for me. I have to relax, submerge and soak until I erase my worries, anguish less, dance to life's beat, remember to live, and of course in time enjoy my booty pops.