Motivation

I woke up this morning to the sound of furniture being rearranged.  A little extra tired and foggy from losing an extra hour of sleep, had me confused as to where I was and what was going on.  I stumbled out of bed to find our youngest son practicing in the living room with my broad sword.  This kind of sounds scary, but he was very careful and after the furniture move, very quiet.  He had moved the coffee table out of the way and the couch slightly back.  I had to smile.  At a time when I’m feeling a little discouraged and in the need of motivation for this new weapon and a new year, I find myself rejuvenated in a surprising way.  Almost a year ago exactly, this same son watched me with fright as I first picked up nunchuks.  He gave me his advice and the courage to give them chance after chance.  With one son leaving his kung fu to pursue other interests, I have been in need of a little inspiration and to see my other son intrigued by something shiny and eager to learn something new, was exactly what I needed at the right time. 

Thanks Kayden!

Alana Regier

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