When it comes to pole dancing, it’s not all about spinning and climbing on the pole. Yes, yes, that is totally the fun stuff, but dancing off the pole is just as exhilarating. Depending on your studio, you may have plenty of opportunities to learn routines with little pole work or have classes entirely devoted to what we call floor work. Should you find yourself in the position of doing regular floor work, there are two little pieces you’re going to want.
Allow me to once again allude that I was a bigger girl not too long ago. Physical activity and I weren’t exactly the best of friends as I preferred to spend my days coloring, starring in plays, or writing stories. I called this softness of my body more to love, but I had anything but love for the lumps and bumps that shaped my silhouette. My body is in much better condition now thanks to changes in my diet and portion sizing, but I’ve always struggled on being active. Pole dancing is a great work out, but I only go to classes twice a week, which don’t exactly get my heart rate up and running… like actual running does.
My house has been a wreck this summer, and I don’t mean that in a I just spent five hours cleaning before you came over for dinner look how spotless my home is type of way either. It’s been an honest to god wreck, and it’s stressing me out. There’s a lot of moving out/moving in business going on, and I don’t have to explain how claustrophobic that is, do I? I didn’t think so. But ignoring the mass piles of boxes and knick-knackery that have overtaken my home, I’ve become quite accomplished in my space this last week. My room was cluttered with moving madness since I paused my own unpacking last month. Why? I wanted a smaller bed.
I paced around my house for an hour last Thursday, crying. And not soft little tears that cloud your vision until they pop over onto your cheeks, creeping down weakly – hot tears that puff your eyes and plummet without even bothering to graze your flushed skin. I started sitting on my bed and then curling up on the floor and then sitting on my couch and then just going back and forth, back and forth through my house.
I don’t remember exactly when I first put on my mom’s graduation ring, but I remember the night itself: her, my sister, and I we going through a drawer of old photos, knick-knacks, and jewelry. There was a faded photo of my grandfather in his sailor uniform where he looked so handsome and a bracelet with little gold elephants that was too big for my wrist but too small for my ankle. A mixture of years and lifetime had been captured in objects.
It feels weird that I’ve been blogging for six months. It’s, like, this weird length of time that could be seen as long but also seen as nothing, and I’m over here seeing it as both. When I started my blog, I thought I was all that and a bag of chips. I knew I was a little nobody in the grand scheme of the blogging world, but I really thought I had my act together. I took my blog seriously and I was ready to make it something amazing. The blogging world would not be able to handle me.
I was obsessed with twitter chats when I first joined the blogging community. I wanted to participate in as many as possible and answer every question. It got to the point that instead of looking forward to the weekend, I looked forward to my next chat. Crazy, right? I was blown away by the lush community popping with life. I dreamed of hosting my own with every chat I participated in, but I dismissed it as something I couldn’t do until I had a lot of followers.
Christmas Time, 2013
I hadn’t bought my boyfriend a Christmas gift yet. Lights were strung through the neighborhood, Christmas trees were glowing in windows, and every radio station was playing some rendition of Jingle Bell Rock. Christmas was quickly coming, how did I not have a gift yet? I didn’t have much money, so I was struck trying to find something that was honest yet affordable. I mmm-ed and ahh-ed about it for a while, and suddenly I thought I had the perfect idea: I would tell him I love him.
SO YOU WANT TO DANCE ON A POLE, HUH? Yes! Awesome. You’re going to have a fabulous time, and as long as you don’t cry like I did, I assure you you’ll do wonderfully. As excited as you totally are, do you know how to prepare or what to expect? I had to call my studio before my first class because I was completely clueless about what to wear, but there is more to it. You have to be prepared physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Let me state up front I am not the poetry master. My poetry isn’t a godsend and I don’t have my degree yet. I’m just an average girl who like to write poetry (take long walks on the beach, cuddle by the fire…) and likes to think it’s decent enough to maybe help others out. Cool beans? Cool beans.
My name is B-a-b-e
Or let's pretend it is. I'm Bre, lover of all things cute and cat-ish. I like to think I"m interesting and maybe my blog is too. Kisses and welcome.
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