(un)tangled thoughts

Effortless effort, wu-wei (non-forcing), is achieved when "unnecessary" physical tension and mental resistance are eliminated. At last Saturday's meeting, Sifu once again mentioned that when we achieve effortless effort in our training or on our journey, we become complacent, and it is time to adjust, because the comfort of effortlessness is the enemy of mastery. This stayed with me for a while, and I had a lot of thoughts that seemed to contradict each other. Unfortunately, my schedule didn't allow me to dig into this paradox, and I'm not so sure I can pick up on my train of thought again, but I'll try. The first thing that popped into my head was how effortless it felt at the beginning of the year and several times in the first few months. Not necessarily continuous, like every day or every push-up, but in hindsight, that first period seemed effortless in comparison to now. I couldn't help but think how ironic it is that I seem to be going backward. Then...

Definition of a black belt The way I define a black belt today is very different from the idea I had most of my life. I had a conversation recently in my 1-on-1 with Sifu Brinker, and to be fair, that has definitely influenced the way I write and think about it now. In the past, I thought of two main meanings associated with a black belt: number one was that a black belt can perform impressive, fast, and powerful moves to fight off an aggressor or wow an audience. The second was that the black belt symbolizes some kind of mastery end goal. We often use that term as a synonym for someone who has become exceptionally skilled in any discipline, reinforcing the idea that a black belt marks the end of the journey rather than another beginning. Of course, I have learned over the years that the black belt is neither the end goal nor necessarily a certificate that you will do well in any fight, nor that your physical capabilities are equal to Bruce Lee's. My understanding is that I need to...

  Sometimes I'm scared of writing/saying what I think, because of how it could be received, but also because I know the way I think is fluid and could change faster than I type. But one of my ultimate principles in life is to be real.  As much as I would like to respond to the challenges that are put out by some of our dedicated team members, like Nigel's gratitude/self-reflection worksheet or the self-sabotage question from Michelle, I find myself in a situation where I'm trying to manage my requirements and priorities in a way that keeps me sane. I constantly switch between "I can do it" and "scrambling to keep up," but then I stumble and see the train of priorities, requirements, and expectations passing me by, and I beat myself up and fall apart. When I get to that point of overwhelm, I eventually try to hyper-focus on the absolute most important priority at the moment only and calm myself down by realizing the world is not going to end if some other...

 I did it! I just posted some pictures of my solo adventure on my social media and now I'm trying to process my experience for my blog. One thing I notice is that it seems so deceiving to look at my story and pictures I just shared. It's not that my social media post is dishonest or meant to fool my audience, but it feels very much 2-dimensional. What is lacking are the struggles, the doubts, the stress and fear, what it's showing is a happy and confident me.  It's honest in the sense that I am so incredibly happy I did it and didn't give up, and I was very, very close to throwing in the towel. What is not part of my Instagram story is how I struggled to get there. So here is the rather raw and true prologue to my story. When I applied back in January to be a vendor at the Winnipeg folk festival, I knew that it was incredibly hard to get accepted. I applied together with a vendor friend that I do quite a few events with, and we had planned to do this road trip toget...

I look at our Canada Day demo of course critically when it comes to my mess-up in the fight choreography, and I'm also aware of a few things gone wrong, I was trying to fix in my weapon form, such as deeper stances, timing between my footwork and my strikes, and some shoulder engagement. But I also see some personal improvement, not from a skill perspective but in how my nervous system responded. I still don't like performing, and I don't think this will change, but I do really, really celebrate the fact that my reactions are becoming more manageable.  I don't like that I messed up of course but I feel more confident now that my brain doesn't just turn dark on me. I'm talking baby steps here, but I do notice the difference. On another note I want to let the team know that I'll be missing another week of classes. I'll be there for tomorrow's meeting, but on July 11th, I'll be in Winnipeg. I may be able to join online, though. Ill be back for regul...