State Management

I think this has been my most important lesson this week. I spent the majority of the last weekend recovering from some kind of stomach thing that wouldn't let me keep food down. I woke up Monday morning at seven am and stayed at aim high until around 8:30 pm that night (a combination of working camp, teaching classes, and black belt class). Throughout that Monday morning I struggled to stay awake and keep a positive attitude. And during the day, while teaching classes, attempted to keep my energy level high. It was hard, but I managed to get through it. After I returned home and flopped on my bed I proceeded to get into a very emotional and deep conversation with my ex-girlfriend. A little stressful. And after all of this was over and done with, I had four hours of sleep and woke up at seven the next morning... Upon walking through the doors of aim high at roughly 7:26 am I recalled something my high school band teacher said before every morning practice... "Check your ego at the door. Check your problems and you attitude. When you walk in these doors your day starts over, your brain resets, and you leave all of your problems outside this space." - Mr. Greg Hall... Before I walked into aim high a stopped, took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and walked in the doors tired, with messy hair, and a big grin on my face. Tuesday has been the best day of camp this week for me because of that experience. It is now Friday the 29th of march and it is the last day of spring break camp. I feel relaxed. I feel calm in both mind and body. I'm even in a good mood. It's been a long week but both Teacher Erica the Great and I seem to still be alive. Without that moment on Tuesday morning I would not be here this morning writing this. I'm very thankful for the lessons I have been given as both a martial artist and a student of other things. And every day I realize more tricks and techniques to help improve my quality of life and learning...... Now I just have to apply them.............................. Joke of the day: From a passenger ship one can see a bearded man on a small island who is shouting and desperately waving is hands.
"Who is it?" a passenger asks the captain.
"I've no idea. Every year when we pass, he goes mad."