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I haven't fought since Autumn War; partly becuase I've been a little busy with other things and partly because I've been nursing my lower back which has been acting up again. The truth about that last bit is that I need to get out and exercise more, because being active regularly only does me good; I know that, it's just actually trying to condition myself to that kind of ritual.
So yes--I've been missing putting my kit on and bringing out the beast in me.
There's a lot of shit I want to do and there never seems to be enough time to do it in. I've got my movie-on, taking 16mm cinematography and volunteering at the Lovecraft Film Fest. I've got my writing-on, wanting to finish the stories I've started in both regular fiction and the scripts I've been working on. I'm letting go of my job at Precision, because it's been ten years and I'm done being there. And following that last bit, I've got my search-on for a new occupation that pays some amount of cash doing something I'm more interested in. Where exactly does that leave fighting for me right now?
The other night I was at the pub with Lois and Sue, and at some point Sue dropped the Campbell reference of "follow your bliss". "I don't know what my bliss is." she said. And I almost immediately answered, "My bliss is hitting people with sticks." There IS something to that in all seriousness.
Even back in the day, when I first put on my crappily-crafted gear and went to my first 3M fight practice where some guy (I think it was Sir Aedric) bitch-slapped me over and again, even then I felt I was onto something. Now I put on my kit and reach for that really wonderful place that is its own kind of bliss. It's that time and space of the moment and only the moment--no past and no future. Maybe that's all bullshit and one could just write it all off as escapist trash, but I'd rather it isn't.
The thing is I don't think I can just throw my cuirass back on and pick up my sword and shield without doing myself a disservice. I need a bit of preparation time, otherwise I feel like I'm on a downward slope. I'd like my eyes back for one thing. Hopefully, I can get the lasik done some time soon.
Oh, yeah. And I missed a bunch of b-days too. So to everyone who falls under that category, I know I suck, but happy effin' birthday anyway! Sorry, Freewaydiva!
So yes--I've been missing putting my kit on and bringing out the beast in me.
There's a lot of shit I want to do and there never seems to be enough time to do it in. I've got my movie-on, taking 16mm cinematography and volunteering at the Lovecraft Film Fest. I've got my writing-on, wanting to finish the stories I've started in both regular fiction and the scripts I've been working on. I'm letting go of my job at Precision, because it's been ten years and I'm done being there. And following that last bit, I've got my search-on for a new occupation that pays some amount of cash doing something I'm more interested in. Where exactly does that leave fighting for me right now?
The other night I was at the pub with Lois and Sue, and at some point Sue dropped the Campbell reference of "follow your bliss". "I don't know what my bliss is." she said. And I almost immediately answered, "My bliss is hitting people with sticks." There IS something to that in all seriousness.
Even back in the day, when I first put on my crappily-crafted gear and went to my first 3M fight practice where some guy (I think it was Sir Aedric) bitch-slapped me over and again, even then I felt I was onto something. Now I put on my kit and reach for that really wonderful place that is its own kind of bliss. It's that time and space of the moment and only the moment--no past and no future. Maybe that's all bullshit and one could just write it all off as escapist trash, but I'd rather it isn't.
The thing is I don't think I can just throw my cuirass back on and pick up my sword and shield without doing myself a disservice. I need a bit of preparation time, otherwise I feel like I'm on a downward slope. I'd like my eyes back for one thing. Hopefully, I can get the lasik done some time soon.
Oh, yeah. And I missed a bunch of b-days too. So to everyone who falls under that category, I know I suck, but happy effin' birthday anyway! Sorry, Freewaydiva!