As I was shopping at Berkeley Bowl yesterday, almost ready to get in line, I heard my name called—“Ariel!” It was Marla, who had been in my Ageless Pizazz!® class last October, smiling and looking great. She described how the class had influenced her: she now was incorporating bits of pizazz into her life, expressing herself more, approaching life with more creativity and fun.
That did it. After a similar reflection from another participant last week—she told me the class had opened her to depths of spontaneity she didn’t know were there—I had to really own the value of what I’m doing. Continue reading