It’s the new year and I’m getting on those resolutions. So far, I’m killing it. I Except for the Lemony part, I need to have her and Joe over soon.
My first resolution was to pole dance more and learn new tricks.
I decided to leave out lofty ambitions like becoming a completely different person by changing every single one of my bad habits and taking on an infinite number of new, virtuous ones.
Call me crazy but I’m too old to set myself up for failure. Baby steps, people.
The way I see it, pole dancing more will actually help me continue to grow in the direction I want.
- I always feel better about myself after I’ve been in the studio. Maybe Joe is a wizard and installed magical lights and mirrors, but I feel like I look better in there. I love my body when I am there.
- I get stronger and more graceful, which is the opposite of what they tell you happens to your body as you age. Fountain of youth?
- I connect with people that build me up and support me. I also have to check myself with the negative self-talk and body image bullshit, especially if Kris is in the room or on-line (thank you Kris!)
- I am part of something bigger than me when I work at the studio. I am helping to create something beautiful, an empowering and creative space for people to play and be real with each other. In tiny outfits.
- I stay motivated about my fitness, which is hard to do in a smelly weight room overrun with dudes. Sorry guys.
- But speaking of guys, I
gethave to walk through APEX where there are hot young people everywhere for me to admire and jump on. More about the jumping on thing, but really, it fills me up with gratitude to see young people inhabit their bodies, be creative and play with such determination. It is a rare and beautiful environment, especially for an old cougar like me.
In the spirit of my resolution, I took Waeli’s mixed levels last night. On my way to class, I jumped on Cory.
Resolution #3, done. BOOM!
I’ve been scared to take Waeli’s class. She’s the winner of the the Colorado Pole Championship and godlike in my eyes. And she’s bossy!
But I like bossy, especially when I know it is playful and coming from a place of friendship. Frankly, I need someone to boss me around if I’m ever going to grow.
Time to cut the crap.