So I went to this level 1 training, I had this fantastic time, experienced new levels of energy, related emotions to physical issues, and was able to push myself to new limits.
I came back to teaching with a whole new level of energy and juice, it was like I was on fire, and I taught the shit out of classes in that studio. The owner of the studio had taken my class maybe, twice? Just twice over the entire year that I taught there. It was the other teachers who regularly came and supported my growth, but the veterans all left because of issues with the owner. Everyone eventually left because of issues with the owner. Some people were in better positions than others, but it came down to the owner being unfair and uncompromising.
Great, you built a business on your hard work, but you don’t want to compensate the employees appropriately? Maybe you pay some of them well enough, but now you’re going to treat them with excessive scrutiny about the classes you teach, because you aren’t willing to teach the classes yourself anymore? Nice business model. We’ll see how it holds up.
I’ve got tons of pent up frustration about that woman. I truly foresee the business failing very soon. I’m so frustrated because I had such an emotional attachment to the place. I see this. It’s just a shame to see that this person let everything go and stopped putting her own spirit into the place. Its a terrible loss for the community that she, with all of her skills and assets, took herself out of the picture and stopped sharing anything meaningful. She devolved into a run of the mill fitness studio owner.
2 sneezes. True statements. Heard that from Gary Vee, he says it’s a Russian thing.
More on that bologna later.
I’m a goddamn expert at getting to the edge, and not making the move on a girl. I was too afraid to let women get attached to me because I thought I would never be able to get them off or get them to leave. That’s an ass backwards way to look at it. That’s how the thought went. Really, it’s, I’m so lonely, I want to pick someone and hold onto them forever, and never have to worry about them leaving and breaking my heart.
That was the true fear, I don’t want my heart broken. But who does? Isn’t that the fare for playing the game in the first place? It’s bound to happen, whether you die, they die, they lave, you realize you need to leave, whatever. I’m going at this in a much more light hearted manner these days.