Once upon a time….

Oh fuck it, I can’t even keep a straight face to finish that sentence…

If you don’t know me already, I’m Bethany- studio owner at Became the Dance, creator of #therapeuticpoledancing, mommy kitty to Rupert and Stanley, full time student of life, peer, nurturer and guide to the women that walk into my studio.

You see… I don’t know anything. I have NOT built a business where I support women and men, help them connect with their bodies resulting in a deeper emotional connection with themselves, engage in a practical, functional spiritual study of becoming oneself……no, I don’t do this because I “know” anything…….I have simply agreed to go first, conduct the experiment, exercise the tools that the wiser ones ahead of me have taught me, fuck it up royally, learn a thing or two and share my findings. ALL while dancing on poles, getting emotionally and physically strong and resilient, bonding with like-minded souls and having one hell of a time in this adventure called life.

I have spent the last 3 years allowing Became the Dance to create itself (she is the spawn of the ashes of a rather soul-crushing Saturn return where my life took a serious detour- more on that later…). It’s a living Being, you can feel it when you walk in here. My ego has tried lots of different directions to which my lovely she business responded with a solid finger. In our current state, this studio is a one on one, inner and outer world study (movement and dance are the foundation of our study) with community interludes twice a week for my clients that feel ready for group work- it’s tricky to be naked in front of people, physically AND metaphorically). We host performances for our friends and family- omg you should see these women in their underwear!! We host gatherings and social encounter groups to engage in community conversation around all the hot topics- sex, finances, dating, relationships, food, more sex. I teach sexy movement workshops around the Denver area and NOW……………

Once Upon a Time……… I was an angry infertile bitch, in lots of pain, feeling victimized, not able to dance to process my emotions. So I wrote. One of the things that period of time in my life taught me was that I was a good communicator, with my body and with my words. (Put me in fron

 

t of a man that triggers me and we’ve got a whole different fucking story…). But for the purposes of teaching and expanding the transmission of some of the tools that have saved my life, I feel compelled to write again….literally, I don’t feel like I have a choice in this matter- this computer is typing itself.

So I introduce “she Stories.” (I reserve the right to change the name, but didn’t want to wait for everything to be perfect before I told you about it!!) See, right there, lesson number 1!!! DON’T WAIT!! Wear the outfit, say the things, change jobs, get off the couch, scream into your pillow, try the scary pole move, ask the person on a date!!! Why? Because it doesn’t really matter what you DO. SOMETHING will happen, and as a result, you will be put in front of a set of conditions that will teach you something about yourself. And what you do from here is key! Don’t worry, I’ll help you. And we will talk a LOT more about this…

So…”she Stories”….I’m writing a book. Turns out, having engaged in a functional, experimental spiritual practice has left me with quite a few stories. And I’ve been working with people on their journeys for awhile and they too have quite a few stories- I think they will be combined in a book someday but you won’t want to wait, some of these are epic!…. “she Stories” will be true, some mine, some others, all anonymous. And this is the crux of the anonymity and therefore the purpose of the book. I want you to find the part of your own inner world that can relate to these “she Stories.” Do I have this story in my own inner world? Have I given it space and time to be there and be accepted? Is it so buried that I’m scared to see her? I think you will find that we are not all that different from one another. For the most part, we all have the same parts in our inner multiplicity (come on, go ahead and get on board with the psychology of spirituality….if you think you are unified in that pretty little head of yours, take a day and pay attention, verify for yourself just how many conflicting stories you’ve got going on up there…)…

 

I want to tell you stories. And I want you to see yourself in these stories. And I want you to feel a little less alone as you take a look at some of your dark corners, your strengths, your shittiness, your prettiness. This is the (non-linear, slightly brutal, ok really brutal, wildly freeing) process of healing and stepping into your possibility. For I cannot WORK with what I cannot SEE. Am I willing to be triggered for the sake of my growth.

 

I want to tell you stories……to help you SEE yourself.

fuck what’ve I done. buckle up. love b xo