The night before, the electric in my house kept flickering. One room smelled faintly of smoke.
“Costly?” I ask, pushing her to continue.
my city, my rules
The night before, the electric in my house kept flickering. One room smelled faintly of smoke.
“Costly?” I ask, pushing her to continue.
I text Sam: “Boxing class = done.” She replies with a prompt, “WOO!!!” Then, “How was it?”—followed by an image of a tarot card pulled for a Libra (my sun sign): The Four of Wands. Beneath it: “There’s something worth celebrating right now, whether you realize it or not. So bring everyone together in the… Continue reading Throw a punch (II) 🎧
I shall be fighting a heavy bag in precisely one hour. It only took me nine days to follow through. It will be the first time wrapping my hands and putting on boxing gloves. Not the first time throwing a punch. And definitely not the first time visualizing how good I imagine it feels wearing… Continue reading Throw a punch (I)
Back in December, I signed up for a boxing class but had to cancel due to a lower back situation. I kept wondering when I’d sign up again. The owners were super engaging—not in a pushy way. But January had me tending to core work. I dedicated a lot of time to high planks (favorite),… Continue reading Boxing 🎧