I took my first stunt class to learn fight choreography, falls, and firearms training, fulfilling a childhood action-movie dream.

I never thought I’d end up on a dodgeball court, but here I am, sweaty palms, heart thumping, the smell of gym floor rubber and adrenaline in the air. I am joining the WeHo Dodgeball & Sports League. The first night was absolute chaos.

Pole dancing didn’t just challenge my body—it dared me to redefine what confidence looks like. And it’s not about the perfect spin or the sexiest strut. It’s about reclaiming movement, desire, and space without apology.

I signed up for Level 2 improv at Improv-LA because, why not? 

I conquered one of my weirdest, most specific fears, scuba diving. I now have an official card that says I’m legally allowed to hang out with sea creatures below 30 feet.