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batskeetsWhooooof, what a weekend. But, yes, in that good way. Recharging at home, and then it was a solid wushu practice, a great-but-tiring shoot, a birthday party, and a whole crapton of gaming. Oh, and cookies at night. Hot damn.
Of course, having been absurdly busy these past few days, I'm still playing phone tag with LA Fitness. Hopefully I'll get ahold of the guy I actually need to talk to this afternoon.
My wushu homeboy Y inspired the hell out of me yesterday: he's starting with the notion of helping people with their health, taking it a step further by incorporating wushu. What an awesome way to give back to others, and give back to the sport. I can't even tell you how much I hope he makes this work.
I'm in a weird place right now, but it's not the terrifying sort of weird. I'm just... not entirely certain how to process it. I find myself seeing things in others that I'd never consciously noticed, things that I may have suspected, but never really felt I knew until now. Perspectives and views can change so quickly, and I realize that the next three weeks will change mine even more.
The past few weekends have also rather neatly encapsulated the wildly varying methods of how I relate to others. There are times when the person I'm being feels strange and foreign, but if I stop and look past the initial feeling of discomfort, I notice that, hey, this *is* more like the person I'm hoping to become. Perhaps too far that direction, but it's something worth keeping. At other times, I am *very* much the sedate listener who quips from the sidelines. That's much more familiar.
I'm still differentiating between the times when I stay at home because I'm genuinely tired, and when I'm hiding away because I think that quiet person is not someone others want to see. I must learn to accept the dichotomy of my prevailing social personalities, though: they're both going to be there no matter what I do, it's simply a matter of degrees.
Of course, having been absurdly busy these past few days, I'm still playing phone tag with LA Fitness. Hopefully I'll get ahold of the guy I actually need to talk to this afternoon.
My wushu homeboy Y inspired the hell out of me yesterday: he's starting with the notion of helping people with their health, taking it a step further by incorporating wushu. What an awesome way to give back to others, and give back to the sport. I can't even tell you how much I hope he makes this work.
I'm in a weird place right now, but it's not the terrifying sort of weird. I'm just... not entirely certain how to process it. I find myself seeing things in others that I'd never consciously noticed, things that I may have suspected, but never really felt I knew until now. Perspectives and views can change so quickly, and I realize that the next three weeks will change mine even more.
The past few weekends have also rather neatly encapsulated the wildly varying methods of how I relate to others. There are times when the person I'm being feels strange and foreign, but if I stop and look past the initial feeling of discomfort, I notice that, hey, this *is* more like the person I'm hoping to become. Perhaps too far that direction, but it's something worth keeping. At other times, I am *very* much the sedate listener who quips from the sidelines. That's much more familiar.
I'm still differentiating between the times when I stay at home because I'm genuinely tired, and when I'm hiding away because I think that quiet person is not someone others want to see. I must learn to accept the dichotomy of my prevailing social personalities, though: they're both going to be there no matter what I do, it's simply a matter of degrees.
