Eating lunch in between a video edit session and an afternoon editorial meeting, I sit analyzing the upcoming evening’s training, wondering whether I should take my daughter to the gym to self-train with me, or if I should join her in regular upper sash class. If I didn’t have to consider my girl, no analysis would be needed. I’d be going to the gym.
I got a step closer today to working there with the Kids’ Club, when I found out that they’re actively trying to gauge interest among member parents for a children’s kung fu class. That’s not the least bit definitive, but it was a step enough in the right direction that I had to suppress my urge to jump up and down in the office hallway.
I wrote last week in “Inner Circle” that I’m at peace with the change in my status at the guan. However, as evidenced by last night’s post, I still take issue with some of the things said to me in the process of executing that change. Hell, I take issue with many aspects of my Sifu’s perspective on interacting with people. There. I said it.
But enough, already. Sifu’s living in my head rent free, and that’s not space, time or energy I want to give up without being paid. It feels like I need more distance. It feels like that would be nothing but good for me.
I think tonight is my last Tuesday upper sash class. Unless I want to spar, Saturday will become my only day at the guan.