Tuesday Mourning

Over a year ago, Tuesday nights in our studio were wild. Sure, there are times when the studio could get loud and exuberant, but Tuesday nights were unlike any other. There were 6 instructors crammed on the schedule, and they all embraced the vibe. Their clients embraced the energy. Everyone knew everyone. When someone was out, it was noticed. The Pilates workouts happened, but more memorable was the laughter and slightly risque humor.

Two of the instructors moved on prior to the pandemic. One of them didn’t return. Two of them no longer work on Tuesday night, and so now it’s me and another girl here, and she just left for the night.

Back then, I worried about that night. I worried about who might cross the line from risque to inappropriate. I worried that a new client might come in and be irate about the lack of concentration and control and wouldn’t want to be a part of their special party.

I was slightly the outsider to their fun. Sitting in my office and letting it veer perilously close to getting out of hand. Being the boss, I always have to be slightly on the outside, but I loved those nights. I loved those instructors.

Tuesday nights are quiet now.

And I’m turning out the lights at 5 sometimes.

I miss everything about those Tuesdays.