Typically, I am awful about dealing with change. When we remodeled the kitchen when I was a child, I cried for weeks. When my mom got braces, I cried. When my mom cut her hair I cried. Schedule changes are rough for me too.
For the past few years pole had been my refuge. My escape hatch from a busy life. When things were rough I could count on pole to spin me back into a good mood. Then I got sick. Really sick. I had surgeries. And more surgeries. I didn't get all the way better, I would get marginally better, then get sick again. I had another baby. I got sicker. More surgeries.
Finally, I am getting better. I am healthier. But when I started back on the pole- so much that I took for granted was so hard, and it was defeating. I know that I could do something-- at one point- but now I am not strong enough anymore. For a few weeks this was killing me. It was depressing. It was dragging me down.
But I noticed tonight- my body is changing again, it is getting stronger. My muscles are coming back. My flexibility is coming back. I am not where I was, but soon I will be, I have to keep working at it.
So I owe heaps of thanks to Kymba of Kymberly's Aerial Pole Art and Fitness for sticking with me and showing me the joy in pole again. While helping me get my butt back in shape.