Ever had one of those days wherein everything seems akin to waves rolling on the ocean? a constant ebb and flow of happiness, sorrow, and general indifference?
Often my emotions stay rather stationary. If I had a bad day it can turn good, likewise if I've had a good day, it can very easily turn bad--however never before have I experienced such a myriad of--moodswings I suppose one could call it.
I awoke this morning, early, and saddened--what I was saddened by I really can't say. My mind simply couldn't hold on to whatever it was. Mercifully I was spared waking and was able to slip back into the realm of sleep. Unfortunately, of course I again awoke, this time the pervasive sadness remained and my body was sore and stiff beyond all belief.
Shrugging off my usual morning workout, I instead took a bath--a bath which I managed to sleep through entirely, waking only when the water was lukewarm and generally unpleasant to be in. Note to self: Stop bringing books or work with you to the bath. You never do anything but sleep.
After that I popped in my contacts and managed to set off the fire alarm once more. I swear that thing goes off at the slightest inclination--thankfully this means I won't be burned to death horribly. At least I think it does.
Shortly after that it was onto work. Being unable to access my favourite webcomics I was left with a graphic designing project that took up roughly an hour. Almost sad, really, considering what a relatively simply concept the project was.
After that it was breakfast--then dinner. And I literally do mean "then dinner" my breakfast was eaten at roughly 12:48 PM GST and then my dinner was begun at 1:15 PM GST. Such is my schedule.
After breakfast, it was time to E-mail those files to my work, and get changed and ready to teach classes. While still feeling sick and sore that all managed to dissapear as soon as my Basics class arrived, I love those kids. Even though they're just Orange Belts and Yellow Belts they've still got the best attitude ever. I worked them hard in hot weather and they never complained once, they enjoyed it just as much as me. Then I took our two Black Belt Training members and we worked out on weapons and sparring, they're totally new to sparring and so it was fun taking them through the basics. Next was Protech which was basically the exact same people, plus one more. Self defense and weapons and then I had a one person class.
By that time the heat was nearly unbearable, so we basically sat around and talked as much as we could. Of course we still worked on forms and the basics, then we had some fun playing around with the staffs. My dad, and my boss, basically left me alone for the whole day, he had other work to do so I got to teach almost all of the classes, the only person who got taught by him was one of our Red/Black Belts, who will be testing for her Black Belt in August, I wish her all the luck in the world. Aside from that my last class consisted soley of my wonderful White Belts, including a brand new addition, oh it was fun to work with them--even though the heat was still pretty intense.
Due to our other instructor not showing up, we got to end a bit early, that meant I got to go home and chat with my friends--not that it really involved much.
But something happened, I'm really not sure what, or how, or even why, but after this incredible upswing from awful to wonderful something happened to place it in the middle. A deep melancholy settled over me. In fact it's only because I'm writing again that I'm managing to shake it off--in fact I think I may just open one of my more recent projects and begin writing again. "Metal Man" here I come.
Oh, and if you're in the White Rock area and have thought about Martial Arts, feel free to give us a try, we love having new people come in.
Aside from that I think that I've basically rambled my thoughts out. In fact I don't anticipate any reaction to this as so much of it is personal, but heck, I've been surprised by you guys before. Who knows?
-Robert
