When I think about boxing…

When I think about boxing…. 

My happy place, my rest. My peace. 

When I think about boxing… my moves, my punches that’s my voice. 

My punches is how I navigate through life. 

A Jab= I’m letting you know I am here.. “ I am about to take a risk. 

A cross= It’s the knock out punch. I have achieved my result. I did it!! 

Hooks= The unexpected punch. The “Let it go” I attach all the crap in my mind to the hook, deep breath and I release.  Most of the time it takes me two hooks to feel the release of unwanted thought and feeling. 

2 Uppercuts = one to say “Fuck you” and the other to cheer myself on “I fkn did it”  It goes straight to the chin or sternum. 

I have my guard up. I will never show you defeat. 

I am sore and exhausted but I will stand up. I am still standing. 

I was down and no amount of meds, or psych or anything was helping me stay alive but just like the count down, I wasn’t ready to tap out. I didn’t stay down. I didn’t throw in the towel. I stood up. Back into boxing stance and I punched on. 

Take a risk, achieve, unhook the thought and celebrate my wins. 

Stand Up, Guard up, Jab, cross, hook, uppercut! That’s how I live my life.