Love is love is love is love. Love wins. Love is all you need. Love is like oxygen. Oh if it were that easy. Maybe sometimes it is. Or it should be.
What I learned from Wild Card Boxing Club, Hollywood, Los Angeles yesterday. I am strong. I own my body. Every day. It's good to sweat, to bleed. I can let my shit go. Into the hit. I like, no I NEED the physical, the punch, the push, the grab. Give it over, give it up. Push it forward. Push through. Next, and again, again, again.