Epiphany number?

So I was going to write about my nude shoot for my next post, but that will have to wait. I'm too tired at 4am in the morning. But, I'm still going to write since I haven't yet today.

I'm normally not up at this hour, but I just got home not too long ago. Since Artskie and King Kozen were in town, we went to Highlands. Before tonight, I haven't been to a club for about four months. I was anticipating the moment since it has been so long that I've step foot into this familiar place-the nightlife scene.

It was good to see familiar faces and like I assumed I would, I ran into the girls I used to dance with. Across the room, I could identify them with their movements.
They looked good. Before getting there, I wondered if seeing them would make me want to pick up gogo dancing again. I got my answer. NOPE.

Being there solidified my decision. I can't really explain why I wanted to quit in the first place. The money is good, I get a workout, I love to dance...but for some reason, my gut told me to stop and tonight reinforced that choice to move on. At my studio, I have to work a lot more to get the same amount of money I used to make from gogo dancing. Although the money is not up to par, it is worth the trade off. Sometimes, it's not always about the money. Sometimes.

Basically, I'm glad I went despite the fact I was dreading being there. If it weren't for the good company, I would have had a fit. Nontheless, I am thankful. Tonight I gained direction; I red lined a previous job off my list. One step closer to figuring out my life, my path, what I want to do...a trade off second to none.