May, 2019-my first out of lines catch, in the Dominican Republic.
My first trapeze class was in September 2013 at TSNY in New York City. My best friend has been going for years, and I thought maybe it would help with my fear of falling. My first class was terrifying and exhilarating! I still remember the high afterwards; feeling like I was so strong and capable or anything!
About a year later, my friend Wei-Ping asked me if I'd like to go to trapeze in DC and I immediately said yes, not even realizing we had a trapeze school. I had the same feeling of exhilaration and accomplishment, and knew this was something I had to do on a regular basis. At first, I only wanted to go to classes when I knew a friend would be there, but I remember the first time I went alone, at 8:30 AM on a Saturday morning. It was a feeling of wanting to fly more than wanting to be social. I wanted to get better!
Almost six years later, I go to my trapeze class at least once a week, often twice. I have made friends outside of music for the first time in my adult life! I've gotten stronger, I've conquered fears I didn't even know I had, I've cried, ripped my hands open, and banged myself up quite a bit. But I haven't loved something this much since I realized how much I loved playing the horn. I have the same feelings of excitement when I learn something new, and I want to work so hard to be the best I can be. Most importantly, I know I'm capable of so much more than I thought. And...it feels amazing to fly through the air.