My Moment

This is me – photo credit Bob Coello – early 90s

Not long ago I read these words and decided to enter a writing contest. 

“Welcome to “The Moment,” stories of how a single moment changed your life in a profound way. Your Moment might be a split-second decision, something you witnessed, a message sent or received, a literal or mental discovery. Moments can be serious or silly, as short as a tweet, as long as 750 words, told via a single image or illustration, series of photos, or a scanned letter or post-it note.”

Sounds pretty great, right? I knew EXACTLY which moment I would write about. 

As a former career gal of the pole, I am often asked two questions: what made me start and what made me stop stripping. I decided to share what made me walk away after nine years on stage.

I have no idea if my piece will make the cut – but just writing these 750 words has ignited something inside – catapulted my final chapter in the book.

To read my submission please CLICK HERE.

I have a long way to go in completing my manuscript, but I know exactly how it’s going to end. I can’t wait to share it with you.

Now you tell me: everybody has a MOMENT. So what is YOURS?

5 thoughts on “My Moment

  1. This was easy for me. The following is an excerpt from my post "Darkest Before The Dawn" about the beginning of my recovery from Drug Addiction:Honestly though, I believe deep down that I was destined to die a hopeless addict/drunk. I just could not see any light in life, not even a sliver. Darkness followed by blackness, a cold forbidding, lonely, eternal anguish and always more pain. Why would I NOT desire death? Anything seemed better then the way I was, the way I felt at that time. So I decided to die and honest to god I was sure that I had enough drugs to do the job. Sleeping pills, anti-depressants, tranquilizers, pain killers, anti-seizure medication, muscle relaxers and more. I was drunk, had been on a drug (read Coke/Morphine) binge for 3 days….I remember looking at several pill bottles full of the stuff. And then one by one I choked 'em down with a Vodka and Cran….I thought I might puke so I put duct tape over my mouth and laid down to sleep forever….And I did not fucking die! I came to in a hospital and I remember being so very cold, ice cold to my bones. And the light burned like razors in my eyes. My head hurt, hell I hurt every where. But my heart hurt the worst because I knew that now I had no choice but to live….and I had no idea how I was supposed to do that. I cried but couldn't produce tears. It's like a dry heave cry, a wail of sorts, sobs…I think I would have hit myself if I hadn't been restrained.That moment, tied to that bed I felt as low as I ever had in my life. I had no where to go. I was broke….and broken. I was so afraid, I felt so hopeless and lost…completely w/out hope and really all alone. I had no idea then that I was at the crossroads of my life, THE turning point. I would never have to feel that way again (and up until now, over 4 years later, I haven't) and I was beginning a brand new life.

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  2. Jeez, Christine, I was kinda looking forward to seeing the responses to this post thinking there could really be some awesome experiences related her. Now I just feel like the one freak who had a story, lol! Kidding of course…that's the blog world isn't it? The things that you think will get a rise out of folks doesn't and the things I look at as maybe not my best post generates a ton of discussion, oh well. Have a Happy, Happy!

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  3. I read your short story and it was amazing. I really enjoyed it. You conveyed so much in so little and I think it is so beautiful. Sad too, but most sad things are also beautiful in a strange way…

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