For the last couple months its been a struggle to find the time to eat, clean, sleep. I'm home only on Sundays and Tuesday evenings for any length of time. But, its okay. I finally feel good about what I'm accomplishing, what I'm helping others accomplish and in my general direction regarding my training. Nick says he misses me, but fully understands what I'm doing an why (although he thinks I'm a bit crazy).
Its a struggle, and Sifu Brinker is right when he says you find you can't relate to people who are not martial artists. They don't understand why you would be willing to sacrifice home time and free time for a "hobby". The abuse we put our bodies through, the sacrifices, the incredible devotion it takes to live the stuff we teach. My usual response to "why would anyone do that?" is to smile & shrug. I've tried to explain, and the only person who's come close to understanding is my dad.
When I think of my training, the sacrifices I make are not the first things I think of. I think about who I am because of it about who I wouldn't be if I never joined. I think about whats its given me, not what its taken. The ability to walk with confidence, the ability to catch my coffee before it hits the ground, the ability to take joy in how the snow covers the trees, how it gets so quiet at night, to recognize each and every moment for what it gives us.
Its strangely satisfying, listening to ABBA and mending a dragon. You have to live it to understand.
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