“Animation” is one of my two favourite words. I’m not talking about cartoons here. I’m thinking about the Latin word animus, which means “to breathe life into”. So … take an ordinary moment in your day. How can you bring it alive? It’s become my hobby, and it comes to me easily now – no effort, no planning, just fun.
I was walking into GoodLife Fitness this morning at 11:50. A session with my trainer Tony was scheduled for 12:00. I’d have to boogie through the clothes changing to make it on time.
On the way to the locker room sat five men in a row. Some had white goo on their faces. Off to the side was a table hosted by a smiling woman. It was laden with paper plates. Pressurized cans of whipped cream waited for their time to shine. The hostess told me that GoodLife staff were raising money to help kids with autism or intellectual disabilities get fit. For $5.00, I could whip a plate full of cream into the visage of one of these captive employees.
“Do it, Bruce!” What does five minutes of lateness mean in the span of your life?
I whipped out my wallet and plunked it into the tub of five dollar bills. Then I just stood there. Gentlemen gaped.
As the hostess was explaining things, I stared at the young man on the left end of the line. I tried to look fierce. As I picked up the overflowing plate, I continued my gaze.
Still fixed on Lefty’s eyes, I walked forward ever so slowly, a delicious circle in my right hand. Closer, and then right up to him, I raised my arm … and splatted the wet goodness into the face of the fellow beside him. Squeals of delight (both male and female) then ensued.
I picked up my gym bag and strode heroically towards the locker room, accompanied by a chorus of “Your wallet!” I didn’t look back.
I took the scenic route through the locker room, creating the pregnancy of time, and returned to the lobby via a back entrance. Perhaps a minute had gone by. Up to the table, a crisp bill removed from the rescued wallet, a smiling glance at the assembled ones, and I was off once more. I believe there was a gentle murmur behind me.
Worth its weight in gold, those five minutes
Mouths were opened and smiles engaged
Life was made good