When gyms were closed

I realized they need you a lot more than you need them. Why? You’re their source of income.

I ran, I rollerbladed, hell I’ve even done pushups, situps, core, and kickboxing all on my own. Sometimes I followed a recorded playback but still, I was perfectly capable of instructing myself. And I did, alongside millions of others.

‘But live classes, live classes’ Yeah, that’s perfect for people that LIVE ALONE, don’t have neighbors, a house full of people on different schedules, or a crying get into everything BABY in the background. People will accept that as a new norm but I never will. Because it’s not normal. To tell you the truth, I feel odd about having anyone watch me through the other end on camera in my home. That’s why I shot down a ‘internet model’ job. I value my privacy. If I take a video in my room or house myself, a different story.

So what is? Following the beat to your drum. If that’s you, go for it. You do you, I do me. It’s not personal, it’s called not everyone needs someone to guide them. It’s not everyone has the luxury of doing things whenever the hell they want. It’s highly unrealistic like the virtual world.

College memories

Screwing up the first several times until I decided to take it seriously.

Smashed my laptop writing an Archaeology report.

Dropping a wine bottle and have it shatter everywhere after I got into a fight with my boyfriend. He left.

Someone drew a penis on my board outside of my room.

A drunk grown woman had an emotional breakdown and rested her head on me at the lake.

My ex douchebag agent drove to the lake during his shift and saw me.

Dancing and running.

Having someone threaten to put my feet up if I screwed up the show.

Being pushed on stage by a fellow dancer for no reason.

The fact they denied my request to choreograph “Monster” by Eminem over “Do What You Want” by Lady Gaga — claiming “Monster” was more inappropriate though it’s not about sex at all.

Then finally getting sick of the drama and bailing on my own routine.

Getting put on the spot in my studio dance classes.

Some girl on the same dorm as me hated me because I won second place in women’s division for a race.

She made a comment about tattoos and her father and looked right at me. ‘Well, my father wouldn’t let me because it’s trashy…’

Some girl in my dorm thought I was bisexual because my boyfriend made jokes.

Wearing a leotard underneath my regular clothes — annoying as fuck.

Campus catering.

Watching rich people eat and gossip, having to move heavy ass tables and my wrist grabbed by a supervisor.

Walking to class in a blizzard, they never closed.

Writing a dark comedy feature film about an alcoholic and having people question if it was my life — it wasn’t but little did I know then, I was predicting someone’s life in the future.