If I pen down my thoughts on how Pole has just changed my reality, then it would run into pages. Nor would I be able to articulate it well, cause I can never express in words how much pole, polecamp and the coaches helped me find my way back to my authentic self. I will keep it short. Pole camp came into my life when I was so broken and scarred, there was no place I could go and be. I was just thriving, existing. There was no place I could call home, in this alien city where I had just moved into. I stuck out like a sore thumb, everywhere I went. And then I came here and found my tribe. It helped heal parts of me that were broken, and offered me a new slate, a new hope, a new beginning. I could rewrite my story here, start off again and when I am up on that pole, learning a new trick or perfecting a move or just spinning, I feel infinite, limitless. Nothing else matters. That here is something I am not bad at. I may not be good, but I am not bad.
Sometimes when you are at your darkest hour, not being bad is all that you can hope for, and Pole made me believe that there was something I could be better at. It gave me hope. And instilled faith, a promise of better days ahead. I felt seen and held. Every time I learn something new, I am getting better than the person I was yesterday. And that is all that that matters. Every day is a learning, every day is a step towards a disciplined self, consistent self. From trying to be consistent and doing the morning routine to trying to be a better, disciplined self, being here has changed
me. And that means a lot. Every class I miss, I mourn, to the point that I was convincing myself to come to the class even if I am injured. Gratitude is all I have to have found this place. And thank you for existing and being you Anusha. You bring so much joy and light to other people’s lives. Most importantly, at pole camp, we are all cheering for each other.