Sometimes bad nights rock your shit.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I’ve been having a lot of nightmares and grief dreams. So after getting little sleep, I woke up at 8am for an appointment. Finally got my prescription refilled. Got to work at 5. Cue the brain fog, memory loss and confusion. I could hardly hold a conversation. All my sales techniques went out the window. I was hurting, there were 30-40 girls easily in my tiny club.

So I left with about $100 after fees. Holy fuck. That sucks. But sometimes that’s the reality. Sometimes things don’t work the way you want them to. Sometimes you fail.

And when that happens you need to go home, tidy up, shower and brush your teeth. Drink plenty of water and get in a nice clean bed. Rest. Your body will need it.

Get some of the bad juju out with a Disney movie and a cry session. Write how much you hate shit like that happening out. It’s ok to hate bad nights.

And be grateful if you profited. That $100 is $100 more than I had before. It is going to help me do better and be a better woman. Maybe it’ll pay for my medication. Or my mammogram. Or maybe the electricity bill. You see what I’m saying?

Let’s also talk about all the things I did wrong that made my night so bad (that were in my control): - did not eat before work, which was a bad idea - had one drink trying to get the tremors to stop, which was not necessary - pushed myself too hard and did pole work when I should not have because my body is currently not ready for that

So In conclusion: I had a bad night, I did what I could, and I’m going to continue trying to be better. Failure is necessary to succeed my loves. Hope your night was amazing