From Flames, to Ash, to Flying: Its been a week for me
I started this week tired emotionally. There was a lot of fencing in it, and a lot of failures at work in it. I had wanted to fence foil and epee in divisionals today however, I knew foil was going to be impossible because I had a class to teach. No problem, I dropped out of foil.
By Thursday I was so burned out that I dropped out of Sunday's epee competition. I could use a day off. By Friday I didn't even want to go to divisionals on Saturday after teaching class. Then I got volunteered to do some good will community fencing demonstration.
By Friday night at fencing, hiding behind a balance beam, I made the decision to stop fencing on Fridays. Most Fridays there is enough coverage they could do without me. You can teach a class with as few as one coaches, it is very difficult but I do it every week so I know it is possible.
When I woke up on Saturday morning I had to take Sara into Greensboro and back home again. She couldn't drive due to her ear infection, but she had to be at practice long enough to fulfill some of her obligations. I can respect that. Woody knows obligations. While sitting in the car waiting for her I spent some quality time thinking about dropping out of Monday's foil class. It is pretty smooth, and I would always be available to cover for Mario should he be out sick.
Then we did our community thing. I'm tired, but I have two classes to teach, then I have to go to Divisionals, as our clubs representative. I was dreading it. The first class wasn't so bad. They are a bunch of young children 9-12 and all you had to do is keep repeating the same thing over and over again while they did just exactly the opposite. Good times. At the end of class the parents all came up to me and complimented me on my amazing patience. They half joked about me double dosing on Xanex before class so I could do it. I told them that I was drug free, I just spend my time in class daydreaming about killing them all on the end of a sharp sword. It was a lie, but it was funnier than the truth. Truth be told was entirely too beat down to even care anymore. Go ahead set the room on fire, who cares.
Then the second class started. There are ,as you must know, moments where something happens and no matter what your spiritual slant you comment to yourself, "Wow, there must be a god." I am pretty sure god loves me, and made that class far better, more fun, and more relaxing than any class could possible be without either divine help or chemical adjustment. Heaven or Rum, the end result was the same. They brought me back from the brink and I am very thankful. More than any of them will ever realize. I think there may have even been a tear.
Yeah, I still sort of dread divisionals, however I think that class gave me the strength to make it through the election tonight.
It was important enough that I came here and blogged about it rather than go strait there. OK, it might also be stalling, but I think it is true from the heart gratitude and I'm sticking to that story.
