Returning from a week at Kripalu places a specific demand upon me: Rest and Integration. For this to happen, I need to go deep inside. So this week I am honored to present a series of posts by some wonderful writers about their experiences of Unexpected Bliss.
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My Unexpected Bliss as a Club Girl
by Jamie Ridler
by Jamie Ridler
One of the best times of my life blossomed out of one of the worst times of my life. It was as though a sad, lonely seed found some dirt in the crag of a broken sidewalk, took hold, and surprisingly burst into the blossom it was meant to be.
As a grad student, I lived with my boyfriend. We’d been together since high school and known each other since we were 12. We were so intertwined that it was impossible to imagine being apart. We were so committed to one another that I don’t think we noticed how unhappy we were.
And I’m certain that I didn’t realize just how removed from myself I had become.
That all changed when my sister invited me out dancing. Before I knew it, we were going out every Sunday. And on the dance floor, I found myself again. Dancing with my whole heart, my whole body, my whole soul, I remembered who I was. Amidst the crowds, the sweat, the music and the lights, I could feel my own heart beating. I felt so fully alive. I was laughing again, playing, moving to my own rhythm.
I knew that I couldn’t go back to greying out my heart, to stifling my spirit ever again.
So with many tears and much struggle, I left. When I did, I had no money, no job and no idea what I was going to do.
I never felt so free.
I moved in with my sister and one of our girlfriends. It was a basement apartment, cold, dark and mouldy, but it was an oasis of freedom amidst loving friends. It was on a beautiful tree-lined street in a hip neighbourhood of Toronto, and it soon became filled with many of my favourite memories.
Most importantly, it served as home base while we lived our lives as club girls. Long black dresses. Short gold ones. Big boots. Industrial Sundays. Retro Mondays. Dancing all night. Collecting club passes so we could get in for free. Arriving before 10:30 so we could get one beer for $2.50. I felt alive. I felt beautiful. I felt like me.
In finding the courage to leave, to step into the unknown, to honour the truth of who I was, I found my bliss. I’ll never let go again.