FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT

re·sil·ience /rəˈzilyəns/ | noun The power or ability to return to original form, etc., after being bent, compressed, or stretched; elasticity. Ability to recover readily from illness, depression, adversity, or the like; buoyancy. Boxing did not come naturally to me. The sport, built on a foundation of technique and mental toughness, happens to also be comprised of intimidation, fear-mongering, primal rage, and arrogant posturing. I suspect my slow… Continue reading FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT

CONDOLENCES

sending condolences

Turning 39 scared the hell out of me. The debilitating fear I experienced caused me to curl up like a ball in the corner of my couch for a month as my mind raced with various #firstworldproblems and legitimate anxieties. The self-depreciating banter drove me up the wall. What the hell are you doing? Who do you… Continue reading CONDOLENCES

EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING’S END

Let's get real, nobody truly likes change—endings can be as frightening as beginnings. Transformation is tiring, messy, uncomfortable and often complicated. Change forces us to confront the skeletons clattering about in the closet and causes the things we bury to reanimate and make their way through the sludge until they breach the surface. I've played house… Continue reading EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING’S END

WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

be your own hero

And, like in the past, the insight I received reshaped my perspective and reinforced something I’ve always known: personal circumstances may vary but the human experience is shared. Regardless of what you’ve been through, you are never alone. I was 16 when it sunk in I'd have to stand my ground because no one else would… Continue reading WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

ON BEING PRESENT

being present

Having a conversation is a lost art. When was the last time you spoke to someone and had an authentic exchange? Too often, we hide within protective bubbles or behind automated handles, having forgotten how to make contact and be present. Living in the moment has become an antiquated notion. I remember a time before the World… Continue reading ON BEING PRESENT