Doing an elbow strike on the wavemaster (heavy bag) this afternoon, I rattled the right side of my brain. Literally. It reverberated back and forth, until finally settling in its spot. Dizzy and a little nauseous, I fleetingly wondered if I should sit down.
I kept going because I like elbow strikes. It’s my favorite offensive move. The one I would go to should I ever have that close encounter.
I kept going because I like being part of a class. Fellow students encourage, challenge and support. There exists in our academy a unique blend of cooperation and competition.
I kept going because I like positive feedback. There is nothing better than a compliment from the instructor. Just as appreciated are cheers from fellow students. But the most elusive is the compliment I give myself. I can do this round, hop round, reverse round, back swing, jump round kicking combine exercise. Every time I discover something I can do.
At the end of class our Sabonim spoke to us about finding happiness. Not merely at the dojang, but everywhere. Over the past five months, I had stopped considering happiness. Activities were being measured by whether or not they were worth the punishment.
I even stopped writing last August, though I missed it every day. But tonight I feel as if I jogged something in my brain that rerouted those impaired thought processes.
And I am reconsidering happiness.