Starting out a new year is always a treat. It’s a chance to figure out what was going wrong before, and get it right. Also, the number-count starts low, and you get to see progress as the numbers ‘fill up’ the tank, so to speak.
I was up late last night working on grades (and procrastinating on grades, too), so I only did the form once; and the two qi gong forms are going to have to wait until later in the day. I got in about fifteen minutes of moving through water. My forearms are sore, and so are my shoulders. This is more of a workout than tai chi has ever given me, really.
Because I’ve been working on grades and comments, though, I’m about written out at the moment. It’s a great time to go to the archive. So if you check out year three, you’ll find that I was prefiguring the importance of doing more tai chi than just once; and I was challenged or awakened by the tears that fell without emotional distress. I was also feeling that my qi gong practice was just beginning to catch up to my tai chi practice. I still feel that way now, actually. I’ve felt for a while now that there was deeper to go into qi gong, and that I didn’t know enough yet… and now I still don’t! And in year two, I was complaining about the snooze button, and how it threw me off. I still have that alarm clock, of course. And now, I’ve figured out how to press the snooze button twice and still get my tai chi practice in. And in the first year, I was a bag of meat, hoping to find I was a bag of energy.
Funny how the archive reveals that some things don’t really change.