Today feels more important than it should. It marks one month left at the school that has been home for over two years.
I took a long walk. My mind was busy, and if I’m honest, I was a little down about still being injured and still not training. The walk gave my thoughts the space they needed, and the ones that had started to feel heavy in an unwanted way began to loosen. As the miles passed beneath my feet, the problems I’d been carrying drifted back to wherever they came from. By the time I returned to school, something lighter had settled in my soul.
In the afternoon, a naughty mood came over me. I’m not supposed to train, but I needed to move. So I went down to the courtyard and spent an hour moving slowly, just enough to feel alive.
By the time the session ended, I was smiling again. It may not have been the smartest move, but it felt wonderful to do what I love.