Work, eat, sleep, train, work, eat, sleep, train, work.. The pole life has been busy, yet wonderful. Last night I climbed the poles at the Devil’s Martini in Toronto. I’m sure I wowed the audience. It’s a rush for me! Considering I have a severe case of social anxiety, performing pole drops 15 feet in the air in a night club crowded with people kind of gets me off I’ll admit. :p Yes I know that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. But it’s liberating? It’s super dangerous too. What if I fell?
My biggest weakness… performing in public. It’s like once I’m in front of a crowed, I suddenly forget everything I know in pole. My mind goes blank not sure what to do. Does it get better in time? I’m hoping.
But last Thursday night I didn’t do too bad. The music was loud so I could easily tune out everyone around me and just pole.