“Work To Live”, NOT “Live To Work”

Three weeks ago, I got a phone call from my job at Canada Post, and was offered my first three week assignment. Up until that point, I had only been called in for "day of" work. I was stoked to be given an assignment that worked well with the hours of my new boxing studio that I opened on February 1st.

All I could think about was the extra income that would help with the finances of opening up my own business. The job that was offered to me was an inside job, Monday to Friday, six in the morning until two in the afternoon. That would give me enough time in between to nap if I needed to, hang out with my son, or get errands done. It all seemed like a perfect way to make a lot of money, and work around my boxing schedule.

I learned in the first week that life wasn't so bad working full time hours in the day, and coaching boxing classes at night. What sucked was how I missed out on time with my son, my own boxing training, and many hours of sleep. The weekend came, and I was able to catch up on much needed sleep. Although I was dreading Monday's new start time of five in the morning, I told myself that it was only two more weeks. I used my mental strength to boost my spirits, and start strong on Monday.

This week was a lot harder on me than I had expected. I was running on four hours of sleep a night, less food than my body was used to, and not seeing my son as much was hurting my heart. I started to notice a decline in my positive vibes. I started counting down the days not only for the weekend to come, but for this assignment to end. By Thursday, I had developed an all day cough that didn't seem to subside. Friday morning rolled around, and I woke up for my shift with chills that I couldn't shake. I threw on three sweaters, brushed my teeth, threw on a touque, got in my car, and headed to work.

I lasted two hours before I had to go home. I slept from the moment my head hit the pillow, right through to the next day, only getting up to let my dogs out, and use the washroom.

My work week didn't end there. I still had two classes to coach, and an audition in Toronto for a boxing role in a Universal movie picture. It was an audition I looked forward to all week, and wasn't going to let any sickness ruin it for me. I drugged myself with Dayquil and cough medicine, and did what I had to do. I spent the entire weekend popping Dayquil in the day, and Nyquil at night. The dreams I had were out of this world, and quite frankly, they scared me.

Monday was a new work week. I had already left work on Friday, so I knew I had to get my ass in gear, and pull through my last week. I brought my backpack to work, loaded it with all the cold remedies, and prepared for a heavy day. Monday's are always the busiest at the post office. The day dragged on, and the cold medicines were making me feel dizzy. I knew it was time to get off of them. I coached my Monday night classes feeling like death. I tried jumping in on training, in hopes to sweat it out, but my body ached, and I felt weaker than I ever remember feeling. I went to bed as soon as I got home.

I woke up Tuesday morning, the chills were back, and I had sweat through my bed sheets. Something is not right. I drove to work just to tell the supervisor that I had to go home. I was not well, and I knew it was time to see a doctor.

Fast forward through an angry phone conversation with the completely full doctors office, through me sitting in the waiting room at a walk in clinic, and here I was picking up antibiotics for a severe throat infection.

I have been on antibiotics for two full days, and lets just say I am on the road to being myself again.

I have learned a lot while working full time, and having my own boxing studio.

1. Family is more important than the amount of work I was doing

2. Health is more important than the amount of work I was doing

3. Sanity is more important than the amount of work I was doing

4. Happiness is more important than the amount of work I was doing

5. No amount of money is worth feeling how I felt throughout the last three weeks

I am a very busy person. But I have spent a lot of my time working for little to have a lot. When I say a lot, I’m talking about all of the beautiful things besides money. (A great body, a strong mind, amazing friends, great relationships with my family, and my boyfriend)

Training my body has always been one thing that keeps my mental health strong. Starting my day with the gym has been a routine for me for many years. Getting at least seven hours of sleep is vital to keeping me on track with daily tasks. My son knows how busy I am, but he also knows that even if I am busy, I will always make the time for him. Working the hours I was, I missed out on my morning workouts, I couldn't for the life of me get more than five hours of sleep a night, and there wasn't enough hours in the day to see my son nearly as much as