End of the Week

It’s Friday. Wet and cold. Still, the end of the week always carries a quiet relief.

It’s been a good stretch of days — small gains throughout — though this week those gains feel hard-earned. Nothing came easily. The forms, like all new forms, have been awkward and uncomfortable to learn. That familiar resistance. I’ve come to accept it. There isn’t really a choice when it keeps showing up.

As the last day of the week unfolds, I can feel the accumulation of effort. Class has been tough at times, frustrating even. But the movement forward is there, however slow. Hard days pass. So do the easy ones.

I’ll train today with that in mind. Not counting outcomes. Just staying with the minutes, the repetitions, the attention they ask for.

There’s a lot sitting in the background, waiting to be thought through.
But not now.

For now, it’s enough to be here, doing the work, and letting the week finish in its own time.