I did one tai chi set this morning, nothing else. Doing that much felt like a struggle — I was moving though water just to get that far, a vast stream or small river of fast-moving dark eater coming at me, threatening to knock me down and drag me under.
Part of me feels like the tradition is mad at me. I mean, what business do I have trying to teach this, even if it’s to six kids on a Monday afternoon? Part of me is aware of the oncoming darkness of winter, and attributing my morning slowness to that. Working on both of those things, it seems to me, will bring benefits.