Operation Transfer Girl

As gyms reopen, pole studios can start offering practice sessions and private lessons. Everyone is buzzing. I am sad. I am sad because now I have to face with the reality of quitting pole dancing. I always felt like I was behind compared to others. As someone who has no standard working hours nor working days, doesn't drive, and therefore relies on buses, I could never regularly commit to lessons. Sometimes I had more chances to go, sometimes it was a rare occasion. Sometimes by the time I got my rota and knew that I can go to a session, it was booked up. And that is across three lovely studios. I know the irregularity of my training was not my only downfall, but I am also aware of how much progress I used to make when I had a good month with lots of lessons. Thanks to the pandemic, I had even less chance to pole. Since I moved house in October, my pole is back in its box. Classes have smaller numbers, giving me even less chance to book in last minute. I lost my strength; my flexib...

 It has been a year since we started to feel the consequences of a global pandemic. A year since people stopped going into work, a year since we downloaded Tiktok, a year since we started wearing our masks and gloves. So many things had changed within the space of few weeks, businesses closed, people stuck together and torn apart. The normal flow of life had slowed down and sped up, changed courses and swapped priorities. Do you ever think, what if Covid-19 never hit? Where would you be? What would be different and what would be the same? If you were back waking up in your bed on the 28th February 2020, what would be your first thoughts of hope on how your day will look like? Around that time, I was excited for a change, excited for packing up and leaving, leaving my job, leaving my house, my friends, the city, leaving it all to start again. I was excited for an opportunity, one that comes around once in your life, a promotion with a life upgrade. Including a move and life-style ch...