I’ve got to say, I thought this would be bigger. Much like graduating college or finally moving out of my hometown the events leading up to it were bigger than the emotions that came at the time. I remember myself sitting there some-odd years ago and watching my fellows go up to get theirs and thinking “I can’t imagine…” while at the same time wondering if that could be me. Could I survive a 29 hour test? Could I remember all those forms? Could I manage to break a board with a spinning back kick or remember Korean terminology or score high enough in sparring to achieve that? I had such awe, such childish amazement.
After all these months of teaching and being part of the crew and practicing the new form and knife defenses and everything else that goes along with black belt I realize that the transition happened some time ago without me realizing it. They always told us it was just a belt but I never thought I’d feel that way. Surprisingly enough, I do. I became a black belt before today. Now I just have the accessories.
Isn't that the interesting fact of life when you're an adult.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
I agree. It's just a belt. We committed ourselves to this a long time ago and we have really become awesome martial artists. Kudos to us!!!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, be careful when you wash the uniform. Some of the blue ran on the white. Ideas on how to get it out???? Email me if you do.