Kung fu and cupcakes – that’s what I want. I’m finding it harder and harder to get out of bed for the commuter train in the morning, which is why I’m becoming habitually late. My boss is on vacation this week; so the guy with one-third of my experience in the industry is in charge in his absence. I just love it when that’s the case.
Truth be told, I think the ability to bend my hours as sleep, child and kung fu needs dictate is a direct result of the under-experienced one being made second in command. It’s been insinuated that my freedom of movement is the Bossman’s way of making that indignity up to me. But it’s not enough anymore.
I leave Sunday’s class, miniscule though it is, satisfied, happy and wanting to do it all over again the next day. My six-year-old’s mom joined us in class, and she was pretty good. More to the point, her presence made the first grader work harder. I was able to get through half the Chu Chi Chuan form for the first time, having previously been forced to settle for having the students do repetitions of the first three horse stance punch moves. I’ve spent so much time on double straight punches and walking snap kicks (coordination doesn’t come naturally to every recent kindergarten graduate) that the form has taken a bit of a back seat. Additionally, both students have only attended a class a week. (If I were the parent, I’d be getting my money’s worth!)
The benefit of halftime attendance is that they have to sign up for the second session to learn the rest of the form, and they’ve already told me they’re going to do just that. My energies are now turned to drumming up more business, and I’m enjoying that, too. I never thought marketing would give me a charge.
Could I make a living at this, supplemented by cupcake sales (I’ve signed up for the food manager certification to be licensed to cook in a commercial kitchen) and freelance journalism? I believe I could. And with each passing day the happiness attached to doing and teaching kung fu, and hearing the enthusiastic inquiry “Do you sell these somewhere??” from almost every person who’s recently tasted a baked good from my kitchen, has finally come to outweigh the fear of not making the bills.
In 2015, my son starts a new chapter of his life. Barring the unforeseen, I think I might beat him to it!