Between Places

I’m a few days into this small mid-year break now, and while I’m enjoying the time away, there’s a part of me that misses Wudang and the rhythm of training more than I expected. I’ve grown used to that structure. To the repetition. To knowing exactly where effort belongs.

A break is good. Necessary, even. Still, my mind keeps drifting back to what I want to work toward. The list feels long, and the place where most of it can be done is very clear.

So while I’m resting — doing very little, intentionally — the future keeps nudging at me.

I did have a small win with some writing during this break. I spent a bit of time tinkering and found a voice that feels right for the course I’m working on. That matters more than it sounds. It means I can move forward with clearer intent when I return, knowing the structure can grow naturally over the coming months.

I have one day left here. I plan to use it well, before heading back to the school for what will likely be another month of steady work, before the interruption of a visa trip to Hong Kong.

Things feel a little unsettled looking ahead. Not chaotic — just undefined. I don’t mind that as much as I once did.

For now, I’m here.
Tomorrow I won’t be.
And my attention keeps shifting between the two.