As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Korea on February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, reality TV star, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company (Flipside Fitness), CEO of my own boxing club (Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing), and now I'm launching my 3rd business -- Empowered Clubhouse.


After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and returned to Toronto, Canada. But then I left again. This time it was for the Philippines. That's where I am now, living in the land of the happy people. The struggles are real and the struggles are many but I'm living life on my terms, I'm calling the shots, and I'm doing what I love. Life is an amazing adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Monday, October 07, 2019

The High and Crash... Monday, October 7

After a busy day of juggling coaching, boxing and rugby, I returned home from rugby to three voice messages.  They were from three of the Lil' Sistas at Holy Family Home, all saying thank you for coaching them and for the snacks.  

And just like that, I totally melted. 

Perhaps this sounds strange but hear me out.  One day I want to stay there late and tuck these girls into bed.  I'm serious.  Growing up, it was always my father who tucked me into bed.  I'd say my prayers and then he'd come in to check up on me and wish me sweet dreams.  And on nights when I was upset about something or not feeling well, I'd go to bed early and he'd come up early to check on me.  I'd be under the covers and he'd lay on top of them, beside me.  Sometimes he'd just lay there until I fell asleep, other times he'd tell me a story about this or that, and then sometimes he'd ask me to tell him a story.  Of course, whatever was bothering me would come out in my story and by the time I was dozing off to sleep, whatever was upsetting me was really not a burden on my mind anymore.  I loved my father tucking me into bed.  It was such a reassuring and sweet way to end whatever day I was having.  I want to have that kind of impact on these girls.  I want to share these kind of special moments with the girls.  I don't know if they even get tucked into bed, I know the sisters (the nuns) are busy there managing so many of them, but I thought it'd be such a cool new tradition to start with them.  After boxing, we'd have a snack and then I'd see them till the end of their day. 

I always am happy to see these girls but after, when I get home, there is always a sadness that comes over me and for the next few hours I need to be just left alone.  

Last night I wasn't able to decompress.  Instead, I had a dinner party to attend.  My neighbour's mother is visiting from out of country and though I knew there would be more than just a few of us, I didn't know it'd be quite the production.  I should have assumed though, I know.  He is a pretty well known celebrity.  It was nice to meet his mom and it was so sweet to be able to taste some of his mom's home cooked food but I was struggling with my inevitable crash from today's high of coaching the Lil' Sistas.  I lasted about an hour and a half before I had to excuse myself and leave.  It always happens, the crash that is, and I could sense myself becoming bad company.

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