Intro Aerial

So I guess I should come clean. I do get out on occasion.

For example, right now I am the production manager for a play that a good friend of mine is directing. I have never been a production manager before. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing. But I am incredibly honored and touched that she asked me to help her with this. I feel kind of like I’m in some elite club where I get to witness history in the making since this play has NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE. It’s a world premier! And it’s amazing.

But all this play stuff has left me tired and a little on the cranky side (sorry Val), and honestly the thought crossed my mind to forgo this whole blog endeavor completely. But then I though, “No. I will not start my thirties by being lazy.” So I decided I was going to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time for my first activity.

Take an aerial class.

It just so happens that on my thirtieth birthday (that still sounds weird) I worked the door for another friend of mine who was putting on a variety show to raise money for an organization called Agua International, and the show was held at a studio called The Aerial House. This felt like a sign.

I enrolled in an intro aerial class.

I was so nervous as I walked to the studio I almost didn’t want to go inside, but I did. The space itself is very warm and welcoming, and the silks hanging from the ceiling made it feel kind of like a jungle filled with colorful vines. Nick, the instructor and founder, was wonderful and very patient, and I am so glad my first class was with him. I have hardly any upper body strength, yet somehow with his guidance I was dangling 6 feet above the ground wrapped up in an aerial hammock. It was amazing! And hard.

I didn’t expect it to be easy, but for some reason I didn’t think it would be thaaat hard. Probably because I’ve danced most of my life and totally over estimated my abilities. But boy was I in for a surprise. I’ve got the flexibility, but not the strength.

The thing that surprised me the most was how much the silks hurt. I mean, they didn’t feel like soft fabric at all like I thought they would. They felt more like a bar, like in gymnastics. I would have expected that from the aerial hoop, but not hammock. But now I know.  Nick assured me that after a while the pain goes away, so that’s something to look froward to.

Another thing that I didn’t expect was the feeling that I got when the silks rubbed across my body. It was kind of like a rug burn and the first time it happened I got so distracted by it I forgot what I was doing and untangled myself in quite a graceless way, which probably looked pretty funny.

First timer surprises aside, this class was AMAZING. Hanging upside down with mostly my butt keeping me from falling on my head was invigorating. It made me feel like a kid again climbing on the jungle gym at the park. Spinning with my arms wrapped in the hammock while my legs flailed out behind me was soul food, and the light headed dizzy feeling that came with it reminded me of spinning on the merry-go-round. And wrapping myself this way and that so that I eventually would end up looking like a red-stripped flying squirrel was exactly what I needed to jumpstart my year.

And my arm muscles.

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Holy Crap, I Turned THIRTY

So it finally happened, I turned the big 3-0. O. M. G.

Look, I realize this is not some never before done revolutionary thing. And I realize this is something billions, no quadrillions (is that a word?), of people have done before me. But all the same, it’s……well…I’M THIRTY.

Now, I’m not all that upset about it. I mean let’s be real, it’s not like there’s a whole lot I can do about it. But it’s still a big deal. It’s a new chapter in my life, and a chance at a new beginning. Goodbye awkward 20’s! Hello….well actually maybe my 30’s will be awkward too, but that’s besides the point. The point is that I’m opening a new door (or I guess technically time is) and through that door are new possibilities. That is, if I go out and get them.

My goal for my 30th year is to go out and do something that gets me out of the house and into this big, crazy, beautiful, diverse world every week.

I’ve stumbled into a comforting lifestyle. Netflix. Comfy bed. Internet. I probably go out on the town like once every other month, if that. BORING. Albeit comfortable. But life is what you make it, so it’s time for me to break out of the rut and get out into the world and all its glorious happenings.

I won’t be doing this alone, well at least not every week, so allow me to introduce my cast of characters. My inner circle if you will.

Val: My boyfriend of 9 years. He supports me in all my craziness, including when I spent a year traveling about the U.S. as an Adventure Tour Guide. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be by my side.

Tay and Gam: My younger brother and his girlfriend. We work together and hang together. They’re pretty fantastic people.

Brit: My younger sister. She’s got a physical and a mental disability, and is one of the most wonderful (and difficult) people in the world.

Dar: My 4-yr-old half sister. She’s a little delayed, not walking or talking, but dang she’s adorable.

Dad and Bon: My dad and his wife. He works harder than anyone I know, and she is…well, we haven’t always gotten along, but we try to make it work for my dad.

Cali: One of my best friends. Always glamorous, incredibly talented, and reliably silly.

Becks: One of my best friends. Sweetest and silliest person I’ve met in a long time. She has a heart of gold.

A few more things about me that will help you to understand my stories, I help to run Vista Dance Company with Cali. It’s like a weekly stress reliever to dance it out, and I’m so grateful to have incredible dancers who think the dances I choreograph are actually worth dancing. I am a manager at an estate sale company, and a tour guide at a stadium. Oh, and one of the most important things, I live in the most amazing city, Los Angeles. I am a born and raised local. I know, you probably thought we don’t exist anymore. That everyone who lives in LA is from someplace else. Well you’re wrong. (And for the record, Tay, Brit, Cali, Becks, Val, Dar, and my dad were all born and raised here too.)

So here we go on a journey of 30. A year where I plan to take back my adventurous side, and wake up my snoozing dreams. Where I will climb out of my rut, and move forward in life with a rejuvenated soul. Join me if you like because it’s sure to be one hell of a ride.

Let’s take on 52 at 30.