69 Facts About Me...

This is a hashtag that was trending on Twitter and I decided to just blog it, so I don't go to Twitter jail. It was  a hard list to come up with, since I can't see anyone wanting to know any of this crap. I did it anyway. lol Enjoy!

#1) I’m left handed.  However, the only things I do with my left hand are write, eat and shoot. Everything else I do right handed. (Cut, throw, etc.)

#2) I was born on Shaw Air Force base in Sumter, SC

3#) I went to kindergarten in Wiesbaden, Germany where we lived for 6 yrs.

#4) Purple and orange are my favorite colors. I love how they blend 

seamlessly in the sky at the end of a day.

#5) I love super heroes. Captain America is my favorite Marvel hero and Batman is my favorite DC hero.

#6) I played little league baseball as a kid. I was the ONLY girl on the team.

#7) When I was 18, I auditioned to be a Playboy bunny. Made it to the local top 10 auditions before I backed out. The idea that my Dad and brothers might see the pictures made me change my mind about going any further.

#8) I like to climb trees but am afraid of heights. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Lol

#9) I can’t eat spicy food.  I have a very sensitive palette and if I take one bite of anything spicy, I can’t taste anything for the rest of the day.

#10) I love to fish, but haven’t been in many years. My dad and I used to go in my grandpa’s fishin’ boat at 4am when the water’s like glass. I think it’s where I became enamored with being awake late at night into the wee small hours of morning.

#11) I spent 12 years in Catholic school, but once Dad remarried we spent more time in the Lutheran Church. Gloria Dei. Johnston, IA where they got married. 

#12) The rosary I’m holding in my NOH8 picture is the one I went to go get from my Mom the night she was murdered.

#13) I have polycystic kidney disease.

#14) I’m half Filipino and the rest of me is a stubborn German with an Irish temper. It actually takes a LOT to make me angry, but when It happens…run. Lol

#15) I have a younger sister, two older half-sisters (one I have never met) and two younger step brothers.

#16) I love to see brightly colored flowers, but never like getting flowers from anyone because watching them die makes me too sad.

#17) I used to sit in my Dad’s workshop alone for hours, listen to music and build model airplanes as a kid.

#18) I managed the varsity football team in high school. I still love football. 

#19) Valentine’s Day is my least favorite holiday, because I don’t believe that you should wait for a special occasion to tell/show people how much you love them. 

#20) I had another older sister who died when she was 3 months old. Her name was Anna Lisa. I am her namesake. Her grave was swept away during a volcano eruption in the Philippines. My Father never speaks of her.

#21) I hit like a dude.

#22) My first job was as a waitress in a Chinese restaurant when I was 13 years old. My Grandparents on my Dad’s side helped me get the job. I looked like I could be related to the owners so no one ever questioned it. I’ve been working ever since.

#23) I haven’t had a soda since last October.

#24) I do crossword puzzles in pen.

#25) I’m a dog lover but have nothing against cats.

#26) I don’t watch much TV.

#27) I  once played the ditsy character, “Poopsie”, in a stage production of Pajama Game, but the director told me, “ You need to use your sex appeal to play this character because no one is going to believe you’re ‘ditsy’”.

#28) People always judge me before they get to know me.

#29) I’m a night owl AND a morning person. It’s between the hours of 3-5PM when I’m pretty much useless. Lol

#30) Making chocolate chip cookies from scratch is one of my specialties.

#31) I almost always feel cold.

#32) Being near water is my favorite thing in the entire world. Although, I could also watch a fire dance for hours too. 

#33) I am perpetually 6yrs old.

#34) I don’t like whipped cream. At ALL.

#35) I don’t like chocolate cake.

#36) I wear glasses at night when I drive, or when my eyes are really tired, 

but don’t need them otherwise.

#37) I have a collection of Christmas teddy bears kept in storage bins.

#38) My family forgot my 16^th birthday because it surrounded my older sister's first wedding. Sadly, I never got Jake Ryan.

#39) When the kids were really little, I had an opportunity to sign and model for Elite Modeling agency’s Plus Size division (I fluctuate between a size 10&12, but that’s considered plus size for some stupid reason), but it required I move to NYC, and my (now ex) husband refused to move us and the kids because he didn’t believe I was pretty enough to get any work. So I had to let go of yet another dream. 

#40) I don’t drink and have never been drunk.

#41) I don’t smoke.

#42) I don’t have a favorite movie.

#43) I graduated from high school one of the youngest in my class.

#44) My nickname is Cheese, and has been for years, for more than one reason and none of them have to do with gas. ;)

#45) I used to have a giant poster of Freddy Krueger above my bed, in my pre-teen years, because I thought he was hilarious and not scary.

#46) I don’t like horror movies. Real life is scary enough for me.

#47) When I was going through my divorce I worked 3 jobs, including delivering newspapers in the middle of the night. I am a workhorse. 

#48) My brain is a virtual jukebox. It has music constantly playing on rotation.

#49) I love all music except for death metal and some classic rock rubs my ears the wrong way.

#50) I love hard and with everything I have. I don’t do anything halfway.

#51) Idle and I are not friends. I prefer to always be moving.

#52) I hate shopping.

#53) I’m 5’8” tall and my legs are 42” long from hip to toe.

#54) I have ridiculously high arches and wear a size 10 shoe.

#55) Nat King Cole is my favorite crooner.

#56) I truly believe that my bestie is one of the smartest people I have ever 

known .

#57) I don’t like raisins unless they’re in Raisin Bran.

#58) I’m both a coffee AND a tea drinker.

#59) I sucked my thumb until I was 7.

#60) I’m a hugger. Like, full 20 second, hug love back into you kinda hugger. Ask anyone who’s hugged me. They’ll tell you.

#61) I learn and retain things wicked fast.

#62) I don’t like a lot of sauce on my food.

#63) The smell of cologne/perfume gives me a headache and am not attracted 

to guys who wear it. I don’t wear any perfume, only scented lotion.

#64) I suffer from Seasonal depression.

#65) I like square shaped jewelry as opposed to circle and I don’t like gold.

#66) It Is virtually impossible to surprise me.

#67) I have never had a dance partner who truly knows how to lead.

#68) I dance in the rain every chance I get and have been doing so since I was in first grade.

#69) When I was 18, I won a karaoke contest, for singing “Independence Day” by Martina McBride. The prize was a studio recording session in Nashville. I never cashed in the prize. 

Back to Life...

Hi kids. :)

This may come as a shock to some people, but despite popular belief, my life is more than NKOTB, and I have a LOT on my plate right now. GASP!

Don't get me wrong, they are an important part of my life but they are not my LIFE. My break from twitter is so I can take some time to handle the challenges in front of me, take some time for myself, which I NEVER do, and reevaluate some things and a needed change in direction. I am burning the candle at both ends and it's just about gone. I am physically and emotionally exhausted. Burning out, not from ambitious or frivolous pursuits, but rather, from doing what is required of me to survive. Working to provide for my children is my first priority, but In doing so, I have lost sight of the things that make my heart smile. If I don't take the time to nurture the gifts that I have been given than I am wasting all the years of training I have invested.

I am taking four days off this weekend, to bring my heart's song front and center. No one can do that for me, nor do I expect anyone to. I have to do it, and I need to stop getting in my own way. Self doubt is paralyzing to me and on top of EVERYthing else I have on my shoulders, that is the heaviest thing that I allowed to creep in and I need to get back to a place of belief in myself. Part of that, is reinvesting in the things I love.

As my friend Cynthia Occelli says... " Withholding your dreams, talents and gifts to the world because of fear, is a form of arrogance. You didn't create your gifts, they were bestowed upon you. Doubting their worthiness is an insult to Creation. You are the deliverer. Your mandate is to nurture, grow and express the best in you." - http://ow.ly/kXcHd

I will handle this week's challenges and then Saturday through Monday I will park the "teacup" and get out to stretch my legs and my lungs. I will be sending some of you an email regarding the next leg of my journey I am going to embark on.

As I always say, I will be here should you want/or need me and gone if you don't.

I want to say thank you to those who love me. I cherish each of you. EVERY day.  I never expect and I never assume, because I know all too well how short life is. I will tell you often and without hesitation, and show you when I can, that you are loved in return.

No worries kids...I'll be Back to Life soon enough.

LOVE and LIGHT,
~AM

Reading is FUNdamental...

For anyone looking for a good book selection for their pre-teens, here is a list of choices from my daughter. I originally asked her to suggest a book for a Twitter friend who was having challenges finding books for her 8 yr old 3rd grader who reads at a 6th grade level. Rabbit (my daughter's nickname for the newbies) is a 6th grader who reads a a high school junior level. It has always been a challenge to find books for her, but she knows what she likes and what I would deem "age-appropriate" and thus has done a great job of seeking them out herself.

I thought if there is one parent out there who could use the advice, perhaps there may be a few more with the same challenges. I thought I would share her suggestions here for those who would like them. :)

Susan Colasanti
Something Like Fate

Paula Morris
Ruined

Wendy Mass 
(series)
11 Birthdays
Finally
13 Gifts

Lisa Greenwald
My Life in Pink and Green

Judith Casely
The Kissing Diary

Ingrid Law
Savvy
Scumble

Margaret Peterson
The Missing (series)

Her two favorite authors are Mary Downing Hahn ("Because I love all things creepy and she's the best!") and Peg Kahret ("She also writes creepy stuff. Not quite as creepy as Mary Downing Hahn, but still good.")

And there you have it. A small list of books recommended from my pre-teen to yours!

Cheez-It Chicken Recipe

I have had many requests for this recipe and am finally getting around to posting it.

Enjoy!

~AM


2 lbs boneless chicken breasts
1 box of Reduced Fat Cheez-Its
2 eggs (beaten)
1 tsp. ground black pepper

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Run box of Cheez-Its through food processor to crush. If no processor is available, place crackers in a gallon sized ziploc bag, squeeze the air out, seal and roll a rolling pin back and forth over the bag to crush them. Pour into bowl and toss with ground black pepper.

Dredge each chicken breast in beaten eggs and then roll them in the crushed Cheez-It/pepper mixture. Place on baking sheet and bake for 18-24 minutes.

SO easy and my kids LOVE it!

The Winding Road...

I spent most of the night fighting a creative block. I couldn’t lock down song choices and my head was filled with nothing but a swarm of thoughts of everything that I have to get done before my move, my kids, things that need to be done at work, on and on and on.  My mind would not settle and I ended up falling asleep on the floor after surrendering to it. I woke up about 30 minutes later and crawled into bed without having chosen songs or setting choreography for tonight’s classes.

I knew this would eventually happen.  It always does. Every single time I have left dance to re-enter retail management my spirit suffers. Yes, I do not do well with idle and yes I like to be  busy, however, the doing what I have to do to survive and provide means everything else that matters to me gets sacrificed.  Life barrels forward and moments slip away. Moments to create, to breathe, to live, to just…be.

I’m frustrated today. This next session of dance classes may be my last for a while and it hurts. I have nothing in the tank right now and I’m running on fumes. In order to inspire others one must first be inspired and for a while now I have been so supremely uninspired. I cannot give of myself if there is nothing to give.  

I enjoy my day job. I have a great staff and we have a lot of fun, but it’s a different mindset. It’s a different part of me that is being utilized and while it is a trained and productive one it is not where my heart resides. This would be why I fought the idea of taking on a “day job” again. Because I have been here, I have gone through this before and it SUCKS! I do not like the person I am when what I love to do suffers. 

I try very hard not to complain. I have been given a life and I am living it. I am thankful I have the skills and the mindset and work ethic to provide for my children. I am proud to be independent  and I try very hard to instill those same things in my kids. At the same time, I want them to know how important it is to follow your bliss. The things that bring you pure joy spills over into everything  else you do and spreads to others. I want them to know how important it is to nurture that part of you, because it is that part of you that is your reason for being here. 

I’m sad that that part of me is collecting dust again. I believe in leading by example and if I cannot show my children how to live the way you are meant to it weighs heavy on my heart.  This does not mean that I walk around all pouty and throwing myself a pity party. I still get out of bed and hit the ground running every day. I still play and laugh with my children and I still move forward with an open heart full of love.

As with every bend in the road, this one will eventually straighten itself out I'm sure. I needed a moment to vent, and I thank you kindly for allowing me this moment. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get a shirt down for a customer.

Steel Doors and Parkour...

This last month or so has not exactly been a giant bowl of awesomesauce for me. I tried blogging about it a couple of weeks ago but when I went to go preview it before posting, something happened with the program and everything I had typed was lost. I was so frustrated at that point I just gave up. Prior to that I decided to take a break from social media. I had to. It was the longest I had ever gone without tweeting since I joined Twitter, but I was not in a good place and felt because of that, I would have nothing positive to add. So, rather than bringing the weight of my world to that part of my life, I just left.  I did what I usually do and reverted to my introverted nature. I’m still in that place really. I had traveled quite a bit since January and then nothing. I was happy. And then and I wasn’t.

Imagine happily running down a long hallway at full speed. Just being happy that you’re moving and going forward and then out of nowhere someone opens a steel door in front of you and you slam into it knocking you on your ass. That’s generally me. The one running, not the one behind the steel doors. Now, normally I get hit, lay there for a minute, then stand back up, dust myself off, make sure I didn’t break anything, slowly close the door and off I go again. Only this time it wasn’t just one door I ran into at full speed, it was several….In a short amount of time.

 I crashed. Hard. Feelings aren’t right or wrong they just…are. I don’t wallow but I don’t dismiss. I embrace whatever feeling I’m having at the moment so I can either work through it or bask in it. I do not shy away from LIFE. I drink it in. I only have ONE and it is meant to be lived. Good, bad or otherwise. It has taken me a long time to get where I feel free enough and comfortable enough in my own skin to be able to do that. I gave my bestie a plaque recently that says, “Embrace the crazy. It is the moments in between where real life is lived.” It’s true. So, I’m trying my best to do that, but I’d be just fine if the universe could maybe let up a titch. I have been fighting for a very long time kids. Mostly alone and I’m tired. However, it does not stop me. It may slow me down, but it doesn’t stop me.  It’s just taking me a bit longer to get up this time.

I’m not going to go into great detail about these “doors” but what I will do is take a deep breath and write a really long run on paragraph. A) for dramatic effect and B) Because it’s how it’s how it came out at lunch today when I was catching Mom up on what she’d missed while she was gone, which means that’s how it was running through my head. Make sure to read it really fast. Ready?

*deep inhale*

Came back from Miami, which was AMAZING, and I was all happy and glowy but not in an after sex kinda way because, well that’s just not happening. Sad sorry state of affairs THAT is, but really it’s my own doing because I have this thing about casual sex, I don’t believe there’s anything “casual” about it and since I’m really a one man kinda girl and the ONE man I want is a trifle bit busy at the moment, it makes for a very long dry spell, for me, not for him *scowly* I don’t wanna talk about it because it’s just complicated and depressing when it really shouldn’t be but it’s all about choices you see. Not mine, his, but I can’t do anything about it so I really have to learn let go but I don’t want to so it is what it is. That aside, I had to let my tap classes go because the studio owner thinks that tap is too hard on the wood floor, which is ridiculous because HELLO tap is meant for a wood floor but whatever, not my studio. So we decided to substitute the class for a Jazz class and offer it dirt cheap to generate interest thinking we maybe can keep it in the Fall. Okay….but THEN I was told I may lose my classes altogether because of the loud music from the bar downstairs that interferes with my teaching and the whole concentration factor involved in Contemporary. Apparently this is the bar’s “slow” season and it’s about to get worse, and MY classes always get the shaft because of the time and days that they’re held on, but I can’t change them because of my “day job” and the other classes during the week and the kids’ schedule and whatnot. I had it worked out where I would move my classes to a t bit earlier on Sundays, which means I’d have to work longer days during the week and the one Sunday a month I’m required to work I’d just leave early and go right to the studio. Of course that means I’d have NO time to work on choreography prior to that, but I can choreograph in my head on the way down there. Two different styles, makes it a bit tricky, but I can do it.  I had to cancel my trip to Boston for my bday because Mel’s computer took a shit and she had to buy a whole new word program which is an absolute must for an author, but her Boston budget bit it. It’s not her fault by any means, but I won’t go alone so I cancelled the trip. It sucks big giant dog dookies, but nobody died, that I know of, so I have to get over it. THEN, my part time assistant gave me his to week notice to go work full time for a company that’s designed for skaters and well that’s really his nitch so I can’t blame him. Of course that means that my plan to get the EFF out of Corn Country just took a nose dive. I mean, not only for any traveling I want to do but also I can’t relocate with the company anywhere until my staff is full and strong enough to run without me.  I already had to give up my dance workshops because they aren’t exactly a sustainable income. I have kids. They come first. Period. So my plan was to hopefully relocate with this job, out East where I can be where I want and still teach, but survive as well. In the meantime, my plan was to stay where I’m at, get some bills paid and gear up for this move that is GOING to happen. NOW….I’m hit today with the news that Mom wants to sell the house. *blank stare* 

*deep breath*

I have to look for an apartment. Which is fine anyway, because as convenient as it has been to have my kids in a place where they are well cared for when I’m traveling, I have been butting heads with Pops and it’s gotten to the point where if I don’t get out soon, we run the risk of him never seeing me again. I don’t want that, but I can’t punch him in the face either, so I kinda don’t have a choice. They have a suite downstairs and the kids and I have the upper level and we share the common areas. Since my  divorce happened, it has worked for us. I help them and they help me with the kids when I’m gone. I just wanted one more year to get my plan together and rather than move into an apartment and then move again when I relocate. This may all seem like little things to have to deal with, but when they all hit in rapid fire succession, chased with other things I won’t go into detail about, it’s just a lot for me to absorb and NOT where I want to be or what I want to be doing. I’m not getting any younger and life is way to fucking short and with every setback I just get more tired of fighting for what I want and what makes me happy. I’m too busy doing what I HAVE to do and it is making me VERY unhappy.  I keep trying to tell myself, “it isn’t forever, it’s for right now”, but ya know what? Forever isn’t guaranteed and I may not get a tomorrow. So then what? 

I gather myself together and stare at the ‘door’ for a little while trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing right, and how to fix what I'm doing wrong.

Here’s what I’ve come up with…

Luckily I’m a stubborn little shit and in the end, when all is said and done, regardless of the outcome for me... I will have taught my kids to run hard, towards the things that make you happy and when someone opens that steel door.... you Parkour that mother fucker and never look back.

My Purpose...

A while back I was struggling with what it was I was put on this planet to do. I have been dancing since I was in the womb and singing since before I could even form words. I was never really sure what to do with all of that growing up, just that I was born a creative soul and it is how I would live my life.

I will not re-hash the parts of my journey thus far that I have already blogged about. You are free to read them. My past lies in them. I am in the process of moving forward through my future and in my struggle with trying to find direction I finally had an epiphany. It was an idea that came to me and just felt right. I am in the infant stages of creating the life I want and every day is a struggle but there is no reward without the work. Desire is not enough.

 Last Fall I began looking for a place to teach and I saw this little ad on Facebook for a Glaza Studio located in downtown's East Village. I contacted the studio and let them know I was interested in renting a space to teach some classes and wanted to know how much it would be (I'm an independent contractor so I rent space much like a hair stylist rents a chair in a salon). The gal who runs the space then informed me what the studio was all about and that she was actually looking to add classes and wanted to know what I taught. I told her I specialize in Hip Hop and Contemporary but teach everything. We met, discussed a few things and I began teaching beginning the next 8 wk session last October. Although I have the backing of the studio I have to promote myself and my classes.

By the end of that session I had one student. One.

I was a frustrated and depressed, but told her to keep my classes on the roster and we would see what the next session would bring. In January one of our local news stations did a spotlight piece on the studio Workout of the Week: Dance it Out (click on the link to see the video and read the review). My hope was to get a decent enough review that it would generate more interest in my classes. While I was waiting for this to air, I was in the throws of planning my long overdue trip to Boston with my bestie. In this stage of planning I decided to offer a Hip Hop workshop while there. I've had a few people ask me if I would teach the next time I was out East so I thought "Why not?" From that idea Dare2Dance was born.

The news spot aired and much to my delight I, as a teacher, got a great review! By the end of the 2nd session I had 13 students registered and a few drop-ins and have added an Adult Tap Level I and Tap Level 2 class each week.

I am currently working on getting a website up to offer online classes for those who want to take my class but are nowhere near where I teach. Since It is well known that technology and I are NOT friends, I'm gonna have to get Word Press for Dummies or something. Cripes. I'm also struggling with finding a Videographer who can tape and edit the classes for me. It is a work in progress and I welcome any help I can get.

All of what I just wrote is leading up to this....when I got back from L.A. a couple of weeks ago I hit what is commonly referred to as PCD (Post Concert Depression) but I referred to it as Post Boston Depression. we were in Boston, then a week later L.A. then a week after that Chicago. I have said several times before and it is SO very true for me. I. Do. Not. Do. Well. With. Idle.

I NEED to be on the go. I NEED to be busy. I am happiest when I'm not only on the go, but when I'm doing what I love. The problem with that is as a teacher, in any sense of the word, we are not in it for the money. ESPECIALLY dance teachers. Rarely do dance teachers survive on teaching alone. So I came back from these trips with the depressing thought of having to give it up. That it didn't matter anymore. That I needed to go back into retail management and put this dream once again back on the shelf. The problem with that is, in doing so *this* time, I would be giving it up forever. If I stopped now, that would be it. I wouldn't try again.

On top of everything else, I was also having issues with my son. So....I spent a week crying. It happens every now and again when I spend too long being strong. I reach a point where I break. But sometimes things need to fall apart so something better can come together. After last week's hate fest lobbed at my head I had turned that sadness into defeat. Then did what I always do, withdrew. I stopped crying. I took a deep breath and tried to remember my where it is I want to go and what it is I am meant to do.

I addressed the hater and let it go. Immediately after I got an email from my agent with a possible audition for a non-speaking role as an EMT in a 30 second PSA spot on traffic safety. I went to the audition tonight and it was SO quick and SO much fun! You have to understand that this is Corn Country and I'm lucky if I get an audition opportunity once a YEAR.

When I came home and checked my email, there was a letter from one of my current students. After I finished crying, I asked her I I could share it with you. After she made me cry yet again with her response she said it would be okay, so here ya go kids....

Rachel, Ann Marie and Caeli, 

I just wanted to let you all know how much Glaza Studio means to me and how thankful I am to have found it!   

This past year my mom has been having health issues and since then, I have struggled with anxiety.  I was constantly calling her and checking on her and my Dad, just making sure they are both okay.  I had trouble sleeping and it had gotten to the point that I was thinking life was spinning out of control and there was nothing I could do about.  That was about the time Glaza Studio aired as Workout of the Week and I thought, what the hell, give it a try, life can't get much worse.   I have LOVED every minute that I have been at the Studio....well, okay....not every minute......because Piloxing was unbelievably hard and never, ever, ever again will I Pilox! :)   But Hip Hop, Tap and Modern Dance have been my saving grace.  I have been able to refocus my life back on ME again.  I danced as a kid and I had forgotten how much I loved it.  When I dance, whether it's at the Studio, tapping in my kitchen, trying to Hip Hop in the living room or rolling on the floor in Modern Dance, it's the only time thoughts of my mom's health don't creep into my head.   Being able to find that peace has changed my life in more ways than I can express.  And the fact that I'm fitting into clothes I haven't worn in a couple of years is just a bonus (and it's only been one session)!!!!  

Yeah, life is spinning out of control but worrying about it is a waste of time.....especially when I could be dancing!!  Thanks again for being my refuge.

--
Kym Nitcher

Kym,

You are exactly why I teach and the EXACT reason why I teach adults. You are NEVER too old to start dancing and to experience the release of endorphins through movement is a blessing. Thank you for being part of my classes and taking away something that I have worked my entire life to give......joy.  This email made me cry in a good way and just as we have become your saving grace, to know that I'm doing something right during a time when I often think I don't matter is a gift. I thank you for this.

I love to see your face in my classes every week and we're only getting started. Would it be okay if I share this letter?

AM~

Ann Marie,

 I  can't say thank you enough for what you have done for me.  I was literally on the edge, having panic attacks in all their friggin glory.  It really sucked!!  I felt the world closing in on me.  But since starting to dance, the panic attacks have all but stopped.  I live for Wednesdays and Sundays....right now everything in between is just a filler....just to get me to the next class.   If you taught every night, I'd be the first to sign up!!  Your spirit and self-expression through dance is an inspiration.  Glaza Studios wouldn't be the same without you.  I wouldn't be the same without you.  Thanks so much!   

And you better not cry tomorrow....cuz then I'll start crying and Mike will wonder what the Hell he missed!!!  

I don't mind if you share the letter!   xoxoxoxo

Kym Nitcher

I breathe IN music and breathe OUT dance. To be able to share that with others brings me immense joy. My dream no longer has a shelf for me to put it on. The universe has it now and it will not be contained. There are many things I intend to do and many places I intend to see. Money will come and go. Sometimes I am comfortable and sometimes I struggle.....but through the highs and the lows...whether it is for a class of 1 or a class of 100......I will never stop teaching. I will never stop creating. It is my destiny. My purpose.