Today is what’s trending on Twitter as #DayWithoutAWoman; the day when women are encouraged to participate in a show of solidarity for equal pay and equal rights by staying home.
I get it, but there is a certain overlooked irony. Go ahead, take your time….
I would say that I’m on strike but, coincidentally, I was off today. I might be a rebel but then again, I may just be an opportunist.
Today is interesting for other reasons. As I write this I am fully expecting to be fired from the gym, thus closing the door on a four year long chapter in my career.
I decided not to renew my personal training certification and I thought they probably wouldn’t notice.
I thought wrong.
They contacted me yesterday requesting an updated copy of my training certificate.
Today I told them that I don’t, and won’t, have it.
So, like I said, I’m expecting to be fired.
On the one hand it makes me sad.
To think I’ve been busting my ass in the fitness industry for the last four years only to have it end this way.
On the other hand, continuing in this professional makes me sad, and mad, for all kinds of reasons. Into every life falls an occasion to decide which fork in the road will lead to money in the bank and peace in the mind.
Which brings me to my next point.
I’ve also been busting my ass at my new, non fitness related, job for the last three months and last week I was rewarded with a promotion and a fat raise. 🙂
Oh yes, now I remember why I didn’t renew my training certification.
When I got home from work that night, Xavier and I celebrated with a bottle of Beringer Red Moscato.
I had been wanting to try it based on how much I enjoyed their Pink Moscato.
As it turns out, the red and pink are not actually very similar but the red is also quite tasty. The pink is sweeter and definitely has more oak whereas the red is almost more of a Rose’. The back label describes it as “semi-sweet” and Xavier describes it as “a liquid sweet tart”.
Margot, the alcoholic cat, describes it as “the best thing ever”.
Down and dirty facts:
This wine costs about $7.
Xavier had no headache but I woke up at 4:00 in the morning with the ice-pick-through-the-temple. He is usually more prone to wine headaches than I am but there’s not always any rhyme or reason to this stuff.
Individual wines affect individual people individually.
My advice: If you’re staying home today, for whatever reason, have a glass of wine with dinner. It’ll make you feel better about the path not taken.