Finding Room

The rain has settled in. Heavy, constant. In what feels like a single shift, summer has stepped aside, and winter has taken its place. I don’t remember the rain being this persistent last year, but memory has a way of smoothing things out.

This will be a small test for me. I don’t love the cold, and training becomes harder when the rain never really lets up. Space disappears quickly, and there’s nowhere fully protected once everyone arrives.

Today’s quiet challenge was to enjoy practice anyway. To find something workable inside conditions that aren’t ideal. A simple test of attitude more than effort.

Morning training was strong. At this point, Master Yuan Son, the coach leading basic training, feels almost ruthless. Every session leaves my legs burning. I know the pain has purpose, but that doesn’t make it feel any less direct. Just honest, uncomplicated discomfort.

I settled into a rhythm that feels right for now. Beginning with the new form, giving it time to land, then running through the others. Slowly, they’re starting to hold together more firmly. Small moments of consolidation that quietly confirm the work is doing what it’s meant to do.

I’m tired.
But I’m smiling.

The rain didn’t ease, and the school kept filling. Space became scarce again. The familiar frustration surfaced, but I didn’t linger with it. I left training early and returned to my room for some quiet photo editing instead.

It felt restorative — though I’m aware of how easily comfort can turn into avoidance. That’s something to watch, not judge.

Tomorrow will take care of itself.
For now, rest feels earned.