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Storytelling saved my life
It might just save yours
It’s the night before my flight from LA to Vegas.
Vegas.
Where I’ll be dancing in heels until 6am.
Where I will ward off too many groping hands.
Where I will tease and seduce men to come into the champagne room.
How many more times will I do this?!
What started off as cash and creative freedom has become a jail for my soul.
I am so much more than this.
Or am I?
I ask myself this question for the next 8 years.
…
I could write a thousand reasons for why I danced. #itscomplicated
I danced because the money was so dang delicious.
I danced because I felt stuck.
I danced because it allowed me to pursue my acting dreams.
I danced because I was good at it.
I danced because the mold fit the story I told myself- that I couldn’t be successful at my true desires, which had to do with writing and creating and a vague sense of something more.
