The Future

I may have stumbled onto something I’ve been quietly looking for — a way to stay connected to Wudang while beginning to edge toward the role of a coach. Kung Fu, Tai Chi… I’m not certain which shape it might take yet, only that the idea feels worth sitting with.

Training with Jake has started to sound less like a possibility and more like an opening. Not a promise, just a door that doesn’t feel forced.

For now, there’s nowhere else I need to be. No fixed destination pressing in. That absence has a strange clarity to it. It makes space to consider working toward something steady — something that could support a life I already know I value, rather than pulling me away from it.

The thought brings a quiet excitement, though I’m trying not to rush ahead of myself. These things tend to reveal their shape in their own time.

What I do know is that tomorrow I’ll train a little differently. With a bit more care. A bit more responsibility. Not because I am a coach, but because I might one day grow into becoming one.

There’s a faint irony in it — moving forward without fully claiming the role. Almost pretending, in a way. And yet, instead of discomfort, it leaves me with a small, uncomplicated smile.