I started my Kung Fu training about six months ago, and received a brown sash this month. It’s a big deal. I’m one of maybe five brown sashes in the entire school. I’m trying not to stress too much about it, the burden of being a leading female in a hard core martial arts school (again), and so far, so good. It’s a title I’m used to holding, just not in a group of almost strangers. I’m doing well so far, making friends, keeping my mouth shut when I should–mostly (still perfecting that one)–and taking constructive criticism with open ears and a grin.
One aspect of the training I’m still getting used to is the constant meditation; 10 minutes per day, sitting in a specific posture, utilizing specific breathing exercises, etc. It’s not difficult but it takes some planning, and life tends to try to get in the way. So far the biggest obstacle isn’t finding the time, it’s forcing myself not to eat/drink before and after. You’d think I could just overeat beforehand to take care of the allotted no-eating/drinking-time that precedes and follows meditation, but you’d be wrong. When you have a metabolism like a hummingbird, eating every couple hours becomes essential, lest that wold-class tantrum that’s been building up behind these gentle hazel eyes finally gets unleashed. In which case, good luck, unbroken bones of the people around me, it’s been nice knowin’ ya.