I'm a professional athlete and I'm entrepreneur.
"Is that even possible?! " a man asked me today.
I know right. Being that I'm an athlete I need to eat a lot of food but being that I'm an entrepreneur I work countless hours for little to no pay. I'm working a double shift everyday all day, all for the dream of making my passion a paycheck.
Lately I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed with all I have to do for my two business ventures. And although Captain Bowtie's suggestion of a post it visual mind map definitely helped me to better organize my thoughts and whatnot, I think it also worked to through more pressure into the mix. I go to bed starring at that wall -- the wall with my mind map splattered on it -- and I wake up to that wall.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed and question what the heck I really have to show for my 11 months here in Canada now is one thing but then having Korea call me up and ask me about filming another documentary.
Things that make you go hmmmm...
And then, if I wasn't already having a weird, mental kind of day, after training super late and coming home right before midnight, I lost Balboa. Yes, it's true. I was outside sitting on the curb in the back of my building when suddenly this loud noise went off. I covered my head, convinced that it was gun shots and police even showed up! And that's when I lost Balboa. He had been spooked by what I later found out were a bunch of people lighting off a can full of fireworks. Regardless, he was gone. I had just put in my laundry into the machine and had my laundry detergent with me when suddenly my wind-down time turned into a search and rescue mission.
My roommate came out to help me and then Captain Bowtie took it upon himself to come all the way down from Markham to help. We looked every where. My roommate even went so far as to check every single floor in our building, thinking that maybe he had scooted in if someone had opened the back door.
No such luck.
At 3:40am I found myself on the back of Captain Bowtie's motorbike, headed into his office to type up and print out lost dog posters. I decided to use my face in the poster as a means of bait. Perhaps someone might recognize me and thus actually read the poster whereas maybe others may be attracted to my face and also give the poster some attention. I added my cellphone number to it but added my middle name. This way if anyone asked for "Michelle" when they called the number it'd be like a flag telling me that they're calling about Balboa.
We then returned to Cabbagetown and bombarded polls, apartment entrances and even people with our lost dog posters. Surprisingly enough, everyone we talked to at such an ungodly hour in the morning was so incredibly sweet to us. One man helped in the search by riding his bike in the dark forest valley by my house and looking for Balboa while a group of 5 high school boys ran around the area on the lookout.
By 5:20am we had called the search party off, had finished taping up the posters, and were sipping on a cup of coffee in my apartment. Captain Bowtie took a shower and then we both flopped down on one of my couches to give our feet and heads a rest.
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