I realize that I haven’t been entirely honest. Also, that I’m being too preachy. Mainly, I haven’t been open about my struggles. Among others (Haruki Murakami, Sarah Selecky, Anne Lamott), one of my greatest influences is Ayelet Waldman. What I admire about Waldman is her candour. I wish I had even half her chutzpah. Writing honestly is easy; facing your parents at a family dinner after they’ve read one of your “tell-all” pieces is something else entirely.
So, in the spirit of Waldman and some of her (possible) literary predecessors like Colette and Anaïs Nin, here goes.
The reality is that I struggle every day. Each day, I have to talk myself into doing simple things. Partly this is because I’m often at home, with young children. Most of the time, I feel exhausted, with a mountain of housework to be done (I hate housework almost as much as I hate living in mess. In the interest of full disclosure, I have help, but anyone who’s ever run a household knows that housework is Sisyphean). I have financial business to attend to and children’s activities to organize. In this atmosphere, karate starts to seem like another item to be ticked off, one of many tasks keeping me from curling up on the couch with Real Simple, or watching another rerun of Angel (and when is Game of Thrones starting up again, anyway?).
Some of my other struggles include:
- Leaving my happily playing children at home while I go to karate class
- Leaving my whining children and a cranky husband (sorry, husband) at home while I go to karate class
- Practicing karate at 9:15 am after school drop-off, following a white night (I’ve had many of these lately, mostly due to the Toulouse terrorist attacks. Like the victims of this attack, my children are three and six years old, and go to a Jewish school. You can imagine the sleeplessness these resemblances have prompted)
In other words, these days, I approach most tasks with a feeling akin to making my way through molasses.
But I also think that many of struggles have to do with my relationship to performance.
Lately, I’ve noticed that I’m atypically afraid of doing karate, of, for example, trying certain techniques.
The other day, the instructor prepared us to do flying side kicks. For years I had been studiously avoiding practicing flying side kicks, for the very simple reason that I suck at them. Until Saturday’s class.
The instructor brought out two large, blue mats. Two tall men were instructed to hold them while the rest of us kicked them (the mats, not the men).
“Line up,” said the instructor.
Great, I thought. I’m weak (I’m still recovering from that darn neck injury), I have to do flying side kicks, and I have to do them in front of everyone.
We lined up. My turn arrived. I ran, I leapt, I executed a terribly weak sidekick. The mat barely moved: it gave a weak knee kind of tremble, the type you get when you haven’t eaten lunch and for a split second your legs give out. I went back into the lineup.
Watching the other students, I noticed that the kids had the easiest time with these kicks. Of course, being two decades younger than me, they have flexibility working in their favour. And the young men, especially, have a kind of helpful gusto, a brash confidence. But I think that in addition to these attributes, they have something else. And that is, a closer relationship with playing. Those young girls and boys kicked the mats with joy. They approached the exercise with a sense of play, and not with a feeling of dread.
I kept kicking. My kicks improved slightly, but not much. I’ll keep you posted.
I think that it’s also helpful to approach poetry this way. When I read poetry now, I think of Emily Dickinson’s line, “My business is circumference”. It speaks of measurement and linearity, but also to something circular: doing something with intent but without trying to master it, to hem it in.
I want to approach karate this way, particularly difficult techniques such as rolling, flying side kicks, and reverse crescent kicks. With a kind of circling or, using another analogy, in a kind of darting, humming bird motion. In other words, with a sense of play.
So, in this spirit, I pledge: 1. To be more honest and 2. To play more, in karate and in these entries.
Much like the way you take time to do your karate training and day-to-day tasks, hope you can also really make that effort to take time just for yourself. Whether it simply be spent resting, reading your favourite books or watching tv shows, I find even just a few minutes a day can go a long way.
This is surely in keeping with the quote I’m reading in one of your earlier articles from your shiatsu masseuse, “You need to balance will with relaxation.”
Plus, relevant to your other topic of this article, to broaden the idea of playing more, be sure to remember to smile and have some fun with what you do each day.
Thanks, Tri, It’s good to reminded of all this.