This week, life was loud. Work demanded more than I expected, and my training didn’t look the way I wanted it to. I managed an exercise class and a couple of kung fu classes, but it didn’t feel like enough. Still, what I did get done mattered. It reminded me that training isn’t just something we do when life is calm — it’s something we need most when life is anything but.
I’ve learned that progress doesn’t always come from perfect weeks. Sometimes it comes from showing up tired, distracted, or limited, and choosing to train anyway. Even on a reduced schedule, moving my body and practicing kung fu helped reset my focus and reconnect me with why I train in the first place.
I always keep an open mind when receiving feedback on my forms. Growth requires listening, even when the answers aren’t obvious. When Sihing Shira Csillag asked about my movement in my weapon form, I explained that I had modified it to fit within a time limit. In doing so, I had sacrificed movement and flow. Her perspective helped me see the form differently — not as something constrained by time, but as something that could still breathe, still communicate, and still be kung fu.
With that shift in mindset, I was able to make adjustments that feel more intentional and expressive. My hope is that these changes will translate better to the audience while remaining true to the art itself.
So even though this wasn’t a great training week by traditional standards, it was still a meaningful one. I trained. I learned. I adapted. And I moved forward. Some weeks progress is loud and obvious — other weeks, it’s quiet. But it’s still progress, and I’m further ahead than I was last week.
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