Well, we are back here again dear readers. Dwelling in that weird limbo period between Christmas and new year. I don’t know about you, but for me every day feels like a Saturday, I am furiously gobbling on whatever I can find in the kitchen and my blood type is approximately 30% proof. Therefore, being in this current predicament is usually a tell-tale sign that it’s time for a certain annual event in the Chrome Chronicles calendar. This event being your standard year in review post, where I evaluate my pole goals that I set out in January and declare whether or not I smashed them out of the park or fucked them right off.
However, you don’t need me to tell you that 2020 has not been your standard year. It’s been an utter fucking shite show from start to finish. A shite show that has affected us all in one way or another and has naturally thrown our regular pole training schedules into disarray. Our beloved studios have been closed and re-opened this year more than my bottle of Jack Daniels has in the past week and the wear and tear of the Covid-19 pandemic on our collective mental health has resulted in several motivational drops when it came to training at home and online classes.
Overall, 2020 has been a tough old slog, so in light of this I am making a bold but bloody well-deserved statement.
We have all smashed 2020.
You fucking heard me. Every single one of us has smashed this year. If you’re a pole dancer in any way, shape or form and are reading this blog, that applies to you. It doesn’t matter if you have trained daily, weekly, monthly or struggled to get any training in at all this past year. If you’re a pole dancer and haven’t given up on training yet, then you have most definitely won in my opinion.
This year has been such an utter bastard that in the spirit of self-care, I see no point making the year even tougher on ourselves by agonising over the pole goals that we may not have achieved. For example, despite many valiant attempts I cannot yet execute a sneaky v, and you know what, right now I couldn’t give a sneaky shit. As said before I have been living through a global pandemic, dealing with a hefty lifestyle change as a result of said pandemic and have been fitting in training when I can. I’m pretty sure that sentence applies to all of us. In 2020, just cracking on with life this year is an achievement in itself, so in the grand scheme of things, not being able to achieve a specific pole move yet is not the end of the world.
Personally, I am carrying over all my pole goals from 2020 over into 2021 and am going to see how I get on with that until this pandemic is over. I am not going to put any pressure on myself to achieve anything wild or crazy in 2021, as we still don’t know when our studios will be open again or what levels of training we can actually do yet. As irritating as this phrase is, I intend to play it by ear and take each day as it comes in regard to my pole training, and categorically not stress myself out trying to achieve pole tricks. Pole dance is a form of escapism to enjoy, and not a tick list to tick off.
In the meantime, I will be opening my special, celebratory bottle of Navy strength gin on New Year’s Eve to celebrate making it to the end of this utter shit cunt of a year. I strongly advise you all celebrate the arrival of 2021 in your own way, be it navy strength gin or a tasty cuppa tea and give yourself a big pat on the back for smashing 2020.