Growing up a dancer, I was familiar with pivot turns from an early age. I would keep one foot anchored in place and then use my other foot to switch direction. This one step has repeated itself over and over throughout my life and my journey at Sixthman is no exception.

I started dance at the age of three and was taught many of the disciplines; ballet, pointe, jazz, lyrical, modern, tap, hip hop and musical theater. To say I loved it is an over simplification. It was my life. I worked hard to improve and sharpen my skills and the lessons I learned in that tiny studio room for 14 years, shaped my life in ways I am only beginning to understand.

Even before 2020 sent us down a rabbit hole of non-stop Door Dashing, Zooming, and Instacarting, I had developed a years-long relationship with my Amazon account that would make even the most seasoned delivery driver scratch her head in utter confusion.

You see, an Amazon order history is a snapshot of a time capsule riding shotgun in that 80’s DeLorean called life. 

It’s the oversized Hufflepuff scarf that smelled of burnt plastic ordered for an ex-boyfriend.