As a blogger, I have history of long absences and erratic posting. I have tried, in the past, to set myself posting goals (twice a week, once a week, once a month…). They didn’t work.

When I started this blog, I agreed with myself that this would largely be for me. A recipe collection of all the things I love to eat. A random collection of articles and blog posts that resonated with me. A photo-log that defines my life. And if anyone else happened to read it, then so be it.

As such, I also agreed with myself not to be pressured into writing just for the sake of writing. When the words flow, they will flow. And when they don’t, ah well. I also gave myself express permission to write about nothing, should I feel like it. And today, I’m writing about nothing.

Sometimes I think I’m a much older lady in a 23 year old’s body. I often feel like I should be a housewife in the 50s. And I use words so foreign to my generation. Like Gosh. And Darn. And today, on the phone, Splendidly. Yeah…I’m weird.


On Pole Progression, and Taking Things Slow


Huge ass pole shoes

I have to be one of the slowest progressing pole dancers in the world. Yeah. I said it. I’ve been poling for two years at Bobbi’s and am still currently enrolled in the Int2 level. As much as I sometimes get frustrated at my slow progress, I know very well that everyone’s body is different, and as such, will progress and improve very differently.

There are loads of reasons why I don’t progress as quickly as some. I was really unfit when I started. I had a few injuries from pushing too hard. I’m hyper-mobile. I have a phobia of being upside down. I just don’t practice as much. The last one is probably the biggest culprit. I’m just plain lazy. But for the most part, I’m okay with that.

Pole for me has been an amazing experience, one that has formed me into who I am. I don’t worry about anything else when I’m at pole. Pole allows me to let go of all my insecurities and feel great about myself in a way that nothing else can achieve. Pole shows me all that my body is capable of, and I am so grateful for it. Nothing has taught me the direct link between hard work and reward in the way that pole has. And every time I sustain and injury, I am humbled by how fragile we are. Above all, pole is a place where I can express myself as I see fit. It is entirely for me.

I’ve always been kind of a slow person. Not in a dimwit kind of way (I hope), but in a take my sweet ass time kind of way. Mum didn’t know what to do with me. Now the boyfriend doesn’t know what to do with me. I don’t like to rush. I have a lot of faith that things will work themselves out in their own time. And so far, they have. Whether it be moving up in pole, or progressing on a snowboard, or moving forwards in my career. I’m not saying not to be proactive, but let’s not be impatient. And if you still have doubts about the merits of slowing down and staying chill, just have a look at these guys.