There are noteworthy blogs all around that write about their adventures in flying and how it changed their lives. To name a few you have Kyla Duffy, Susie Goldfarb and Lynn Braz. I look up to these women and I follow them all over social media.

The moment I first jumped off the board I knew I’ll get ultimately hooked and I haven’t stopped flying since then. Seriously, I don’t think I’ll ever call off our love-hate kind of relationship.

So confession, confession, do you think you’re a trapeze addict? Here are a few of the symptoms I’ve been feeling and if you are a frequent flyer then you’d probably understand this:

Your schedules are blocked off in advance for training. (Anything other than flying are queued or should work around your pre-planned months)

You come to work as early and finish work as fast as you can so you can leave early to spend more time drilling (Getting to work at 6:30 AM is always the goal)

You prioritize trapeze classes in your monthly budget more than shopping for your clothes.

But if you do shop, they’re always for colorful active wear (Or anything you think can be used at work and for flying).

Or maybe because you’re having a hard time fitting into old sports wear (sports bras because, okay, wider laterals).

You no longer can reach back areas like before when they get itchy (so you kind of reach them with anything you can get your hands on like a pen, a stick, a book or you ask for someone’s help).

You wear loose clothing to work because you look like you’re going to pop out of your old fitted ones.

And you always have your trapeze gear in your bag plus wearing active wear under work attire (oh, and flying clothes stored at work in case you decide to fly).

You ask someone else to literally help you get on and off your active wear (the lats are too wide).

You dream about flying – wide awake or fast asleep. (It’s in my head – tricks, swings, you name it I dreamt of it)

And always dream of wanting to have a show,  putting on a beautiful sparkly outfit (with fiery makeup), and joining Cirque du Soleil’s flying trapeze acts.

You see poles, tree branches, door supports in a different light (What static trick can I do with this?)

You workout to get stronger and tighter and research ways to reinvent them (looking good comes last – hollow bodies and pull ups always and forever, often times with the help of your partner or co-flyers) so you can fly better.

Your idea of binge-watching? Videos of professional flyers (just like a normal TV series).

You buy all books related to Flying Trapeze (Paperback, Kindle I’ve read them) and you keep going back when you need to.

You log what you complete and study them religiously: in a log book, a blog, Instagram or YouTube but don’t expect people to read them (maybe except those who understand the art).

Your phone always runs out of memory because you have so much videos and still shots of flying and you panic delete while at the rig (and you always make sure you double back them up).

You know where the perfect spot is when you ask someone to take a video of you while you’re flying (the whole panoramic view of the rig).

Your non-flying husband/ partner knows every detail of your trapeze adventure (like even the minute ones).

A special handshake exists between you and your trapeze instructors (I didn’t start it but it feels different now every time I see them).

The only way to get your mind off things is promising yourself to take ONE swing.

And that single swing becomes an entire class (or the whole day).

During the rainy season you keep refreshing the weather forecast on your phone and your laptop, and you keep peeping outside the window because it’s an open area (Please don’t lie to me).

It feels weird if you haven’t flown at least thrice a week (I feel so empty inside).

You freak people out with your rugged hands when you give them a handshake.

You find innovative ways to care for your hands so you can fly more often.

You know what went wrong with your trick, a swing, a swivel, a take off, a catch, a return and you’re always too busy criticizing yourself (and sometimes, miss out all the fun in flying).

You get body aches, bruises and rope burns in unexpected body parts but don’t really take them to heart because you know they’re a part of it.

You make friends you can trust with your life.

And you fall in love with it single every time.

Because trapeze life is spent best with your circus family (and you wouldn’t trade it anything for the world).

It’s not so bad right? We’re one and the same. Feeling anything different from what I listed? I can’t wait to hear your stories!

Love and light,

Sugar Glider aka

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