Grounded

 The past couple of years have been unpredictable, to say the least. It has been tough for everybody. It has been lonely, uncertain and change is the new word of the century. 

I have also been dealing with the declining health of my mom throughout the last several years. Dementia. A nasty decease that steals a loved one from you while they are still here. 

My family has been a great support throughout all of this, but they are also a part of it. They see what I see, they feel what I feel. It is hard to differentiate my family from this, as it is happening to them as well. 

The one thing in my life that has kept me really grounded is my Kung Fu. It has allowed me to be outside of my head, while always being myself. I don't have to be strong for someone else, I don't have to put the brave face on, and smile through it. Kung Fu is just there for me. It is there to help guide me, to take me away when I need to be removed for a while, it is a path to journey through my life, in its entirety. I have often turned to my training, to reel myself back in. When life feels like it is spinning out of control, I concentrate on my forms. When I am angry at life and what it is handing me, I practice my technique's. 

In having Kung Fu, I am also learning more about me, and about life in so many different ways, I didn't think possible. I feel Kung Fu allows me an outlet to carry on in the best way that I can. It teaches me patience, understanding, and empathy. Not only for others, but for myself. I cannot change the world alone, but what I do does count, and will make a difference.