The rabbit hole! I started with Steve Miller but then I got sidetracked by Tom Petty which had Prince’s fine ass which then led me to today’s video. His Excellence. The Prince of Lake Minnetonka. The Purple One. Such a great musician loss. Quite possibly the best Superbowl performance there ever was also.
With The Purple One’s guitar playing gently in the background, let the congregation say ROCO! For yes, my friends, we have made it through another week and almost to another weekend. We have braved the atrocities of the work week, be they computer glitches or annoying co-workers. You have faithfully eaten that meal-prepped lunch all week (or not, lol). Stand up, my friends. Rejoice in your success! Know that you have arrived. Can I get a ROCO?!?!
Completely seriously, this week has flown by. Every day is really rolling right along as I’ve continued to work into my daily schedule for additional learning and being great. I feel like each day, I’m figuring out something new that’s going to help me build my brand. I don’t have a specific product or anything, but I don’t really need one either. I do lots of things. I can probably do your thing if you ask. Jill-of-all-trades, Mistress to none, Domme of your man. Bwahahaha.
One of the things I’m learning is WordPress so I can eventually make some changes to this site so it looks exactly as I want it to, rather than dealing with someone else’s premade stuff. You know….THE BRAND! What does the brand include, you might wonder. Well, let’s see. Physical fitness, pole dance, inversions, WordPress, bartending, life coaching, and a skill to yet be named. Yeah, it’s random, but you know I am too.
Remember the photoshoot I mentioned last week? Yeah, I don’t have the pictures back yet. LOL. But I have heard from a little bird that they look pretty damn good. I’m a little bit excited to see them. And then spray my half naked self all over the internet. HAHAHAHA. Exhibitionist much? (Spoiler alert: Yeah, a little.)
Maybe I should add a podcast to the brand too? Because, you know, I’m 100% about over-extending myself 100% of the time. Nah, I don’t have time for that for realz. OMG, but an erotica podcast would probably kill in ratings. Shit. Now I have another project. Lots of folks are doing it, so what’s one more rider on the train, right? I am the pun master today.
Truthfully, I gotta get going. I’m behind schedule today and work and learning are calling. Wishing you just a kickass weekend full of sweaty naked fun. Just seeing if you’re paying attention. See you Monday!
Hey, young Mick! Why you wanna rain on parades? I mean, the ladies are definitely wearing what appear to be raincoats, so I sorta get why you’re raining. But you’re also under a circus tent and there’s NEVER bad times under the tent. (Please, don’t go there about bad things under the tent at the Diaper. I know about that.)
I am curious how any female born between oh, let’s say 1960 to 1990 even is attracted to men. If you look at the majority of musicians/sex symbols from then, they all look like women. Lipstick, eyeliner, shaking their hips better than I can. You can’t always get the man that you want….but women are cool. That’s what I’m hearing. We’re just as bad as men though.
Ok, so, right. I’m a Sagittarius. We get what we want quite a bit. As a matter of fact, the total lunar eclipse was in Sagittarius so it’s our time and whatnot. An excerpt: ‘time to align with you personal desires’, ‘changes in your approach towards the world’, ‘you will be perceived differently by others’, ‘significant changes in your relationships are likely to take place’, ‘trust the process’. And that’s not even all of the stuff. Adding it in with what I have from my birth chart and things are really starting to look a lot different.
I realize that I have great potential and I’ve basically been holding myself back, but if all the signs and signals aren’t pointing towards changing that shit up, then I don’t know what is! So once again, I’ll need to get the fuck out of my own way. Just today, already, I can feel myself trying to creep back into my comfy space. I need to board that up because it isn’t really helping me move forward to create a new and better comfy space. One with a window seat and cushions and pillows and books and blankets and hot tea. Yeah. Did I mention this same comfy space has enough space for my pole AND space to spin my flow toys? Well, it does. And I’m gonna manifest the shit outta that space. I will have this space in less than 400 days. So let it be written, so let it be done.
That’s how I get what I want. I ask the Universe for it. If Universe thinks it’s good for me, I get it. If not, I’ve been spared some disaster down the road. I’ve been way too lucky in my life to not think like this. Seriously, I asked less than two weeks ago and got an answer and now I’m on that road. I think the Universe also realizes how much to send me at once. It might even keep other things away from me so that I don’t lose my focus. Thanks, Big U!
Not related to anything I’ve been chatting about here, but damn I feel good. I’ve always been one of those people who is always having some twinge of discomfort somewhere – usually near my shoulders or hips since I abuse those the most. Over the last few months, the CBD has been working its magic. Going up and down the stairs is no longer a column of suck. I can actually get up and down and not have to hobble. Not being in constant discomfort is a really crazy feeling and I’m diggin it. So much so that I’m gonna go throw myself around the pole. Peace!
You tell ’em, Dolly. All that work to do and only 8 hours in a work day. What are we, superhumans?
But seriously, as a society, we place so much pressure on ourselves to do so much. And of course, as a member of society, I do this same shit to myself. Ok, so perhaps it isn’t ALL society on my part. There are just so many things that I see that I want to do (because I might have some sort of activity ADD if that’s a thing) that it’s difficult to sit still sometimes. And then when I do manage to sit still, I don’t feel good about it because there are 25 million other things I could be doing besides, oh, you know, resting my body. I’m a mess. I get it. I acknowledge it. Hell, sometimes I even embrace it.
In my race against myself to drive myself crazy with activities and knowledge, I made myself a daily schedule. It’s been on for about a week now and I’ve seen that I need to swap the activities in the first 2 hours of my day (the day that starts at 8, not the one that starts at 5:30 – I’m still trying to fix that one too). I think that swapping those two focus hours will help my day start off a little more smoothly. Today was an outlier day. I don’t think it would’ve followed a schedule no matter what. But that’s ok. I still got things accomplished that needed to happen and I’m still catching up on the things that I missed. Look at me go!
Under my list of today’s accomplishments include really setting a strong structure for teaching my FabPole classes. I love structure but I also hate structure so I built it in a way that says ‘hey, do this sort of thing next’ but I still have a ton of options for what the sort of thing is. The hardest part is having multiple levels of each of the sorts of things because not every student has the same range of strength or flexibility. However, that is one of the things I would call my “specialties” – being able to teach to multiple levels in the same class. Everybody gets some personal attention in my class…whether you like it/want it or not, lol. I gotta know that you’re understanding the words that are coming outta my mouth (!) and enjoying yourself at least a little bit.
Another accomplishment for the day is not getting sucked down the YouTube rabbit hole. Today, I found Dolly, got the link, and closed the damn window. Yay me! That certainly doesn’t mean I didn’t get sidetracked with other things though. I’m starting to reach out to see who’s trying to get in shape with me. I put together an intake form and everything! You want to get in shape? Go fill out this form.
It seems that for every accomplishment I add to my list or item I check off of my to-do list, 2 more pop up in its place. (See paragraph two about doing too damn much.) For instance, I need to revamp my schedule. Sure, it only takes a few minutes, but paragraph three made more tasks. Having a class structure is great, but I still have to review my options for “sorts of things”. That intake form, it still needs tweaking. Oh yeah, there’s a whole different website that I need to put info onto. Ohhh, yeah, and I’m also learning some WordPress development. Ummm, and maybe affiliate marketing. While I have a 9-5. And teach on Saturdays. And a functioning marriage. Right, I guess this is why I don’t have friends, lol. (I have a couple. Sheesh. Don’t get mad, Christina!)
Considering that I do still have just under a million things to do today, I’m gonna go ahead and wrap this up for today. I hope that you’re having a great hump day. We’re on the downward slide to the weekend, baby!
I know that I’ve said it in the past, but it bears repeating. I want one of these outfits and I want two people to learn this choreography with me so we can recreate this. Roller skates and all. Oh shit. It’s the time of TikTok and Reels and remixing shit. Goodwill here I come! Other than just wanting to hear it, this video isn’t related in any other way to what I’m rambling about today. Oh, in the same vein of music, treat yourself to this. And don’t forget the rebuttal.
I am not getting much writing done right now because I’m too busy dancing in my chair. Those 80s jams really slap! Any ole excuse will do, right? LOL. I fell down the YouTube rabbit hole again. That has to be the absolute time suckingest website that exists. It does serve my purposes now and again though.
Can you believe that we are almost at the end of May?!?! It’s hard to believe that we’ve been back in Florida for almost three years now. It’s been quite the ride and no, it hasn’t all been enjoyable. The real estate roller coaster was a shitshow which threw me into a depression. See where I added about 30 pounds to my frame. Ugh. Fucking Florida. But I guess that I’ve resigned myself to the fact that this is it so I might as well not be happy with my location and my body so I had to start working out hard and paying attention to my food. It’s taken a year, but I’m down 20 of the 30. I’m on the fence as to whether I “need” to lose the last 10. I kinda like where I am, but I also like old pictures of where I was. (Why have I watched a FOURTEEN minute MC Hammer video?!?!) So yeah, I am going to keep going.
I mean, who quits using the program they’ve been using for over ten years when they just became a coach, right? Yup, that’s right, I jumped in. So, I’m not teaching anything but I’m there for moral support and kicking your ass when you think you’re gonna get away with not working out. Not on my watch, honey! Once I’m fully set up, I’ll be blasting my info all over the place, of course.
I didn’t have a focus for this post today, and it shows. So I’m gonna just go ahead and wrap it up. Every day’s blog post ain’t gonna be a winner.
Ok, first, I’m on this Prince kick, so open this tab and watch this video after you watch the one above and read my ramblings below. Shit, take yourself to Spotify and just listen to it ALL. I’m about to get all of this Prince & The NPG. By the way, make sure you watch that one up there till the end so you get the message.
Look, I know it’s bright and early on a Monday and maybe it’s not your preferred time to get all hot and bothered watching Prince be the sexiest person that ever lived, but this is how I roll and honestly, if you ended up on this blog, you already know that. If not, welcome to the party. I mean, how could it not be a party when the DJ (me) is playing all the Prince you ever wanted?!?! ALL of it. All that Spotify has anyway. I’m going back to when he did the soundtrack for Batman, y’all. Batdance is the shit! If it wasn’t six fucking minutes long it would get some choreography.
Anywho, on to the stories. Today, let’s chat about compliments. I wonder why we never learn to gracefully accept them? I know that I am as guilty as anyone. Truthfully, who of you can say you haven’t deflected? Nice clothes or shoes? Do you automatically say where you got them at a discount or do you say thanks? Your hair/makeup looks nice today. Do you say you look a mess or do you just say thanks? Now that you’re on the road with me, I know that we could travel on it a long time together, but let’s not do that. Let’s both get off of this road of self-deprecation and learn to say thank you and believe what we’ve been told. Sound good? Cool. I’m still working on it. Don’t worry if it takes a while.
SIDEBAR: Darlin’ Nikki is on right now. It’s 9:20 am. I can’t see that the neighbors (or hubby for that matter) would be thrilled if I started blasting this. I really want to though. It just isn’t enough in the headphones. Dammit! Can’t wait until we have a house.
Yeah, yeah, I get sidetracked. Back to compliments. Once upon a time, I liked to listen to a lot of live music. I still do when I can find it. Well, at this time, I frequented some small venues and it was kind of a small town so it was an everyone knew everyone kind of situation. I was part of everyone so I got to know everyone. Everyone included most of the bands that came through. Some bigger names than others but for the most part, of local fame only. Some bands friendlier than others, some people in some bands friendlier than others. No one was ever mean or rude, just some folks’ arms were more open than others.
One band had ALL great people so I saw them at multiple venues around the city. Hellos on set breaks and that sort of thing. Ha! Almost forgot about this. Once, I had a friend in town from NY so I took him to see said band. I think it was a Thursday so my friend still had to work the next day so we were cutting out a bit early mid-set. (Let me preface this by saying that there weren’t a lot of Black folks where I was so I wasn’t hard to find.) The band was finishing a song and the singer saw that we were leaving. I gave a nod and he busted into a “Sit the fuck down” ditty. Freaking hilarious. We still had to go. Some people had a regular job at that time…but not me.
Same band, same singer said that he was going to write a song for me. I laughed it off because, that’s what I did with anything that even resembled a compliment. Fuck naw, you ain’t gonna catch me slipping and think you can compliment me and I won’t get all freaking stupid about it! Fast forward a few weeks and the conversation pops into my head while I’m chatting with said singer. And out of nowhere, I bust out with, “HEY! Where’s my song?!?! You said you were writing me a song!” And without missing a beat, he said that Prince beat him to it and that he certainly couldn’t do better. Of course, I was intrigued by this comment although my face was probably just in a state of confusion. After a beat, he said that the song was Sexy MF.
Awwwwwww! Yeah, even that, as sorta weird as it is, counts as a compliment. And honestly, it’s one of the better ones that I’ve received. This past weekend, I received another that ranks up there in the top five. You see, I had a photoshoot on Saturday. Every now and then, I get a bug up my ass and feel like I should have some professional pole pics done. I started pole back in about 2009. Yikes, on and off I’ve been poling for 12 years?!?! And still I don’t apply myself so I’m not where someone else who’s been poling for 12 years might be. But I’m ok with that. Do you know why? Listen closely. For every thing that someone can do better than me on the pole, there is something in another arena that I do better than they do. The same thing holds true for you. Quit comparing yourself to other people. You’re only in competition with yourself. But I digress.
Per my usual, I was, umm, less than prepared? I guess some people know how to prepare for this sort of thing, but I kinda don’t. I figure if I got myself there and I made an attempt at makeup, I was doing pretty good. Over those 12 years, I’ve been purposely in front of the camera for the explicit function of taking pictures five times and one of those wasn’t pole-related. Four pole shoots. Four times I’ve had the opportunity to think about poses ahead of time. Four times I have done no such thing. Sorry, that’s just not me. I’m gonna put on some music and move around and whatever we catch, we catch.
As I watched the end of the session of the person before me, I started to be concerned that perhaps I should have prepared. I was doing that comparing thing again. Me. I knocked my own confidence down about three notches. Why? Why did I do that to myself? Why do we do that to ourselves? Ugh, I don’t know. But do you know what? I did all that for nothing. And do you know why? Because towards the end of my session, I received that other compliment that goes in the top 5 of all time. For someone who has struggled to feel comfortable in her body, someone who has felt like they would never be enough, someone who has looked at others and wanted to look or move like them, to hear the phrase “Have you modeled before? You just know how to move your body. You don’t need direction” was SUPER HIGH PRAISE that I wasn’t expecting for sure. But damn if I didn’t feel like a billion bucks for the rest of the day and the rest of the weekend, and shit, I’m still feeling pretty damn good today. I know that feeling is gonna explode once I get the pics back too. We’ll see how many I can post publicly LOL.
Ok, get on with your day so I can get on with mine! What are you doing for yourself today? Do something for your body, something for your mind, something for your soul. See you tomorrow!