Good morning from Brooklyn!
It is way too early, and yet with books from my latest grad school paper strewn about me on the couch, the noise of buses beginning their early runs and the thought of a Starbuck’s morning bun to get me going, I’m feeling rather privileged to be able to write a blog piece.
I’ll admit it, I’m wowed!
And having put one foot in front of the other since starting this blog on October 7th — (is that really just a little over six months ago) I’m doubly wowed at how much writing Girlboxing has meant to me not the least of which because it’s brought me into two intersecting communities of things I love: writing and boxing.
Thank you all for being the audience for my musings!
And for the chance to wake up at ridiculous hours in the morning to do my daily something which has grown to include writing, morning yoga and the occasional shadow boxing foray around the living room.
It’s also gotten me back in the gym on a regular basis and most importantly, a renewed appreciation for the sweet science and overwhelming respect for the men and women who practice the art.
On the more personal side, writing Girlboxing has been my own private Kaddish. A way to honor memory and loss as a daily act of positive intent by exalting the best in life. Some days are better than others, but I always, always write with a sense of wanting to have each day be that much better than the last.
Thank you all again for your generosity in listening!