My Aha Moment
I was alone on stage with red lights illuminating my body and hundreds of eyes on me. I slowly walked around the pole, like a regal huntress selecting my prey. I went through the motions, moving in ways intended to look sexy to the audience but felt robotic and calculated to me.
As I took to the stage at the worldâs biggest strip club in Las Vegas, it hit me -- I had absolutely no connection to how my body was moving.Â
Here I was doing the most sexy, sensual job you could think of. Making stacks of money nightly âand I didn't realize how disconnected from my body I really was. My mind was calculating how much more money I needed to make before I could leave, how much sleep I would get before it was time to take my daughter to school, what snacks I could eat that wouldnât make me feel bloated.
Not only was my mind not present, but my body seemed to be angry at me. I remember being onstage and wanting to move differently but being afraid that veering from the formula would mess up my money.Â
I had forgotten how to move in ways that made me feel good. On the surface, I had all of the things - a husband, a beautiful child, a lovely home and plenty of disposable income. But there was little fulfillment or creativity. I remember dancing on stage that night, swaying my hips as money rained down on me and thinking...there has to be more. Just as I was coming to this realization, the rug was pulled from under me.
Not even two full days after this moment of truth onstage at the club, I suffered public humiliation in my marriage when I found out my husband had been having an affair for quite some time, and I was the last to know.Â
As it unraveled, I became aware of multiple lies and deception that had taken place over the course of our five-year marriage. This resulted in divorce and threw me into single motherhood. Early on in my relationship to my ex-husband, I was confronted with several red flags that I chose to ignore because I had already drawn my conclusions in my mind.
I recognized certain behaviors as red flags at the time. I felt that things were not right but I simply didnât trust my inner knowing enough to move on what I felt.
I was emotionally distraught, financially unstable, and disappointed in myself. I had to file for bankruptcy and work at the club six days a week into the wee hours of the morning to stay afloat. I popped Adderall and drank Red Bull to make it through the late nights. I felt exhausted, empty, and defeated.
My life was a series of putting out fires, showing up to court dates, and trying my best to be an attentive mother. My confidence took a major hit as the life I thought I had crumbled in front of my face.Â
I knew I needed to regain my confidence and I desperately wanted to feel good. I needed an anchor. Something to keep me from losing myself completely. I had the strong feeling that if I continued down the path I was on, sooner or later I would no longer recognize myself.Â
I started searching for inspirational quotes online, saying affirmations and joining support groups, but none of it was working. One day I was standing in front of my mirror repeating some bullshit affirmation that I didnât believe and a small voice inside of me, clear as day, said, âMove. You can trust me.âÂ
After 25+ years studying dance on a professional level, then working for several years as an exotic dancer and spending plenty of time âacting sexy,â I realized that I had no movement practice of my ownâsomething that wasn't performative or for the male gaze, but simply just for me to connect with and listen to my body.
Guided by that small voice, I put a playlist on shuffle and moved my body for almost an hour straight. I twerked, twirled, rolled on the floor, cried, did African dance, stretched, jumped and breathed deeply in silence.Â
That feeling of more that I craved, even before my world started to crumble, was right there.
I had been overwhelmed by the drive to succeed on my own. I was buried beneath the pressure to increase my income, be a perfect mother, get out of crisis mode and rebuild my life. Within that movement was everything I had been looking for. There was creativity, expression, flow, surrender, and attunement. There was a heightened intelligence.Â
I knew it would be a process to relearn how to trust my body and feel confident and powerful again, but I understood at that moment that I had just taken the first step.Â