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Well, our first meeting with O'Sensei went pretty well. He is a wonderful man with, as our waitress pointed out, "Tiger Eyes." It's fascinating to listen to him talk about his experiences; he was 28 years old in 1953 in Okinawa. Not only is he the Grandmaster, but he's trained in Shiatsu massage as well! Astonishing and inspiring. VERY inspiring - I want to make him proud.
*I'm* proud that I study a traditional, powerful style that's rich in history. I still have a hard time believing that I'm actually a part of it. I hope I get to go to Okinawa to train with him in the future, because maybe then I'd truly feel a part of it. Then again, maybe I'm just too late.
But the more pressing news of the night is that Adam liked Japanese food! Woohoo! My endless desert of enchiladas and pizza has an oasis! I'm trying not to get my hopes up that this positive experience of trying unusual food results in further culinary adventures. Choosing a restaurant causes no end of stress and conflict between A and I. He prefers to go places where he knows he'll get a meal that he likes (completely understandable), and I like to try new places and new foods. Make that *LOVE* to try new places and new foods. I didn't realize how much it fulfills me to experience the foods of different cultures until it became a struggle for me to do so. I don't know why it fulfills me. It's just one of the things that does it for me.
Anyway, anyone who's reading this and also happens to be my husband should be aware that even though I may wish we had similar eating desires (hmmm...that's not REALLY a euphemism), I would never trade in any part of who he is because he's perfect for me (in no small measure because he's so difficult, as am I). I just wish we didn't squabble as often as we do about eating out (ANOTHER non-euphemism).
I think I'd better stop now.
*I'm* proud that I study a traditional, powerful style that's rich in history. I still have a hard time believing that I'm actually a part of it. I hope I get to go to Okinawa to train with him in the future, because maybe then I'd truly feel a part of it. Then again, maybe I'm just too late.
But the more pressing news of the night is that Adam liked Japanese food! Woohoo! My endless desert of enchiladas and pizza has an oasis! I'm trying not to get my hopes up that this positive experience of trying unusual food results in further culinary adventures. Choosing a restaurant causes no end of stress and conflict between A and I. He prefers to go places where he knows he'll get a meal that he likes (completely understandable), and I like to try new places and new foods. Make that *LOVE* to try new places and new foods. I didn't realize how much it fulfills me to experience the foods of different cultures until it became a struggle for me to do so. I don't know why it fulfills me. It's just one of the things that does it for me.
Anyway, anyone who's reading this and also happens to be my husband should be aware that even though I may wish we had similar eating desires (hmmm...that's not REALLY a euphemism), I would never trade in any part of who he is because he's perfect for me (in no small measure because he's so difficult, as am I). I just wish we didn't squabble as often as we do about eating out (ANOTHER non-euphemism).
I think I'd better stop now.