....that is the question. I wonder about the value of 'blogging'. Do folk out there in cyberland really want to hear your random thoughts on life - or are they sick of the sound of your head?
I see that my last blog was in November 2013
- I won't bore the pants off you with almost 2 years of activity, but at the request of a few individuals (you know who you are) I will attempt to provide a few lines to share my very random life with you....
Summer, for what summer it was, is a bit
of a quieter time for us - in theory. After school classes are closed, giving us longer days in which to play catch-up in our own lives. I begin with a list of jobs - finish that decorating you were doing (around the time of my last blog!); get some of the
bigger jobs done in the garden, instead of the random and rushed pruning that I'm so fond of; work on the website and promotion of classes....you know, all the 'big stuff'. Well, I did some of the 'big stuff', but, more importantly, I did more of the 'small
stuff' - catching up with friends and family, checking up on how the lives of those dear to me are shaping up. We're all a busy crew, but summer seems to slow us down a little for us to play catch-up before we get back into our own busy lives.
are up and down during summer - people take holidays, but they soon get back to training and focusing on their goals. Looking back over my old blogs, however, I see that there is a pretty regular subject croppig up and that is the subject of regular training.
Some folk take the entire summer off - just like school - and then complain that they can't remember stuff and why aren't they ready for the September grading. I'm not going to expand on that one - just gonna leave that one hanging there....
reason, people love hearing about Crap Dog. Well, he's still here, despite another life-threatening episode last summer with a rat bite gone wrong! He continues to entertain us with his stupidity and increasing anti-social behaviour and is probably pretty
close to getting his own ASBO and electronic tag now.
On a family front, we try to spend as much tme as possible with my old Uncle Arthur - he's very frail and we don't know how long we still have him for, so we make the very best of our time with him
now. It's an issue that everyone should think about. Laura and Alastair continue to train like demons - she has her next MMA fight in September and Alastair is a great training partner, keeping a close eye on the nutrition side of things as well as the physical
training she gets at UTC in Birmingham - even if she doesn't like him very much right now! For anyone who thinks that MMA is for brutes, the very best fighters come from traditional backgrounds, carrying with them the discipline of their chosen art. Chris
is going through the last phase of his application to join the Royal Army - it's been such a long process, but he's stuck with it, jumping all the hurdles and now just awaits the final testing for his chosen role of Ammunition Technician. Once again, the tenacity
instilled by martial arts shines through in the rest of his life.
And me? After over 30 years, I'm still loving the training and the teaching, making the very best of opportunities that come my way - and, when they don't come, going out and making those
opportunities. I love it when folk ask me when I'm going to retire - they just don't get it, do they? I was with a guy, sorting out some insurance policies and he asked what my planned retirement age was. I said that I didn't plan to retire. He said, 'Well,
do you think 60? 65? 70?'. I repeated that I had no plans to retire. 'Okay', he said. 'We'll say 65 then, shall we?'. Whatever.....
But his attitude demonstrates a malaise in many professions/jobs/roles these days. I HAVE TO TICK THAT BOX!!! If
our desires don't fit into someone else's ideals, we are made to fit. It's there in education with our children being pushed along through some fixed national curriculum. targeted towards roles in life, again, with fixed expecations of where their limits should
be observed and obeyed. And those that try, or desire to try, to break this chain are labelled troublemakers. I'm a troublemaker.....