Good morning legends!
I’ve been thinking about this ever since I spent a few days in Singapore last year and I just want to get it off my mind and share it.
More so growing up, I’ve always felt like an outcast, invisible, no one really knew I was there - those kind of feelings. Despite having great family and friends.
My brother spent about a year trying to convince me to join the local taekwondo club. I caved and 7 years on I haven’t looked back. Despite being super self conscious I quickly grew confident because the people were so amazing, great and so so supportive.
I almost quit in the middle of my black belt grading - the voices in my head were telling me I wasn’t good enough and that I didn’t belong or even deserve a black belt. I told those voices to F off because I remembered the people testing me were actually supporting me! I passed black belt grading!
A few in my club invited to Singapore for a seminar in another martial art and my mind went into overdrive - ‘what if I’m not good enough’ ‘what if I fail?’ Etc etc
again my mind was quickly put at ease because the people were amazing and willing to help and show you. I learnt that no matter what martial art you do there’s a real mateship in the community, a universal language?
Martial arts is a big part of my life and a plays a big role in my staying well strategy. It has taught me that you either win or you learn - there’s no such thing as failure. when I’m not feeling the best or having an off day - I remember what martial arts has taught me.
thanks for reading and I hope you all have a great day!