A Wasted Life

I am a martial artist. I always have been one. My daydreams have always been about fighting, since I was old enough to know that meant. My nights are spent dreaming of different opponents, my waking moments are stolen moments of thinking about the art, theory and science of combat. Those moments, when I’m not actually training, are stolen from the dreary other thoughts that are required of me in life…things like working and trying to be responsible. Well, not really. I’m older now. I turned forty five a few hours ago. My down time is now spent enjoying life for what it is, more than living in a fantasy. It’s easy to think my younger years were wasted. All that focus and attention on preparing myself for the ultimate confrontation, and it never happened. Sure, the skills have come in handy…but dammit, where was my triumphant last stand against…

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Less Crunchy Than I Thought

The odyssey of getting older continues. It continues to be not at all what I expected. Forty five in a few days, that’s supposed to be old. Not adult, but old. Past adult. At least that’s what I grew up believing. And yet, here I am at the cusp of aged, and I feel like maybe I’ve just started to grow up a little. I’ve only just figured out what I want to be when I grow up. Most of the advice and commentary I got when I was a child was that growing old meant gradually getting worse at everything, and that everything would be harder and harder to do. I’ve gotta call bullshit on that. I think that as people get older they tend to just move less. You do get more efficient at things, and things are easy and don’t require so much effort anymore. If you…

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Roll Over

We bought ourselves a shiny new camera on our honeymoon last year. I just loaded up the card with photos from Monday’s class in it and noticed that we’d rolled over the numbers on the camera. We just passed the ten thousand photos mark. Considering most of those photos have been taken at classes since January, that is one whole heck of a lot of fencing photos. Not counting the sixty Gb’s of video footage. Small class last night. Everyone is either on vacation or doing special event things. I do like my small classes. It’s nice to get a chance to work deeply on a few things. Last night we pushed the gymnastics workout to a new level. We hit the much harder exercises. No one could really do them. That’s not a thing you want to do with a large group of people. It’s a bit demoralizing. With…

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Trips and Jumps

The joy of grand plans can be when they completely fall apart. I had grand plans for my Valkyrie WMA students when we got the school going. I had previously built up a lovely curriculum to teach, based on challenges for students to overcome. I started with the drills and workouts designed to prepare students for those tests. And things fell apart. The bad side of having an ephemeral nature is the difficulty in sticking to one thing. You plant a seed, and while it’s waiting to grow you decide to take up pruning. By the time the seed has sprouted you’ve forgotten about it because you’re busing making all the hedges look like a flock of geese. The good side of an ephemeral nature is that it is quite powerful when combined with experience. So when the students took the rails off of my careful plan, it didn’t take…

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Moving On

Weird to get a text message from my mom this morning. I suppose her phone is working again. It’s sometimes weird to realize just how much things have changed. Which is, I’m told, an old person thing to say. I’d disagree with that. I remember being in my late teens and watching the Skytrain zip overhead while sitting in a cafe. I thought about my great-grandmother, then in her nineties, and how such a thing must look to her. That same Skytrain is now a rickety old thing, loaded past capacity, and a hated necessity for a lot of people commuting to and from work. The text message was an invitation to a birthday party for me this Sunday. Took me by surprise. I didn’t realize it was close just yet. I’d sort of been thinking that it might be nice to do something special this year. Forty five is…

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