Being a martial artist is great for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that it makes me feel like a total badass. Being athletic for so long means I’m pretty coordinated, I move gracefully, I don’t trip and fall and injure myself… ever. Plus, being a female martial artist automatically puts me in a special category, and everyone loves being special.
And all that sounds great, but if I’d be lying if I said that any of those topped my list of why being a true martial artist is worth all the training, sweating and pain. Having been punched and kicked until I bled may sound brutal; having sharp eyes and fast feet that can flash above my own head may sound pretty sweet; but it’s the sum of these skills and experiences that produces the best part of being a good fighter: the quiet. I’m confident that my training has prepared me to survive (and win) most fights, and I find that to be incredibly soothing.
I rediscovered this sensation while interviewing someone at Office Job. I’ve only been there less than a year, so I still feel like the new kid. However, during the interview, I realized that I would be looked to for counsel on how to handle this situation or deal with that person, and that I could give sound advice. I’m getting good at my job, and that’s really quite… relaxing. It’s the same feeling I had when I got my black belts: a sense of pride and confidence. Of course, when I got my black belts, my body felt like it was pulsating with potential, that the ability to fight (and fight well) practically coursed through me. It was all I could do to contain it. It was exhilarating. My whole body was buzzing with power and fluid motion, and amidst all that there was a still, quiet core to keep me from flying in all directions.
That buzzing feeling has faded to a hum, but its silent anchor remains. The best part of being a true martial artist is the silence.