March 12, 2015
Taekwondo - Security in Structure
A couple weeks ago, on February 17, Emily and I walked tentatively into a classroom swarming with white uniforms. We had decided to join Taekwondo. I'm not sure what made me want to. Maybe it was just a weird hodgepodge of superhero movies, Asian cultures, self-defense, and wanting to be part of a team again. Whatever the reason, there we were. Timidly following the movements of people half our height and frantically trying to remember positions, numbers, and commands in Korean.
Think about this for a moment. With few exceptions, I'm the tallest and oldest person in the group, but I know less than Master Kim's three-year-old daughter. I stick out like a sore thumb and am constantly being shown up by 12 year-olds. I'm the only female adult. I'm an introvert. I don't ever yell -- not when I'm excited and certainly not when I'm angry. I tend to think of myself as rather feminine (I wouldn't go so far as to say docile though; stubbornness runs deep in our family. :). Why in the world am I starting Martial Arts? I should be the last person to volunteer for this, but here I am. And I love it.
Humility
Levels are very obvious in Taekwondo. Everyone wears a white dobok, but your belt color is your level. Newbies get white belts with their uniform. When you pass the first test you get a yellow belt, and then an orange belt all the way till you are a black belt of the 9th degree. Beginners also stand at the back. This is so they can observe and follow the high belts in front of them. I stand at the very back and I have a very white belt. ;) Instead of being embarrassed though, I am learning humility and I go to the 10 year-old green belt for help with my form and the 12 year-old orange belt for help with the korean words. I can learn something from everyone. Even the little three year-old to goofs off in class I learn about the rules from.
Respect
Maybe this is just me being sick of my own disrespectful culture, but I love following orders. I love that we have to say "sir." I love that we bow to our master, to each other, and every time we enter and leave our "dojang." I love learning the polite way to say hello and thank you in Korean.
Community
We help each other and sometimes end up laughing because things are just so confusing. There are a couple older dad and grandpa black belts who always greet me by name and encourage me to keep coming. They help me with kicking technique. Even our Master is very friendly and always willing to help you do your best if you're willing to focus and learn. I have been pursuing my Bachelor's degree at home by myself for almost 2.5 years now. I have no face to face interaction with professors or classmates, and only two of my classes have involved recorded videos of any kind. Yes, I'm an introvert, but there is something about having peers and working together towards a goal that is inspiring and invigorating. I didn't know how much I needed this till my third week at Taekwondo. Emily and I had our uniforms. We got our names written on them (phonetically in Korean) so Master Kim knows our names. We were part of a group of 25 students all doing the exact same motions at the same time. That was way cool, guys.
Exercise
At first you just go through the motions, but as you learn you build on your flexibility, speed and power and you sweat. Big time.
Confidence
There's this thing called a kihap. Theoretically it is your energy, or inner power. Basically it is a unique exhale that connects your muscles so that you have stronger movements. In practice it is a yell. You must do it for every action. There is some fear involved because there is the chance that people might make fun of your sound or something. I don't make loud sounds or ever really let loose with my voice. I don't scream when I'm scared or angry. I never used to raise my voice at all. I had such trouble learning to project in speech, drama, and choir. So, now I have to find my kihap and use it in class. Master Kim can tell that I'm holding back and he pushed me to just let go. When I finally did I broke the board with my side-kick. So, yeah, there is something to it. :-) I'm slowly learning to let go. Thanks TKD.
Goals:
-Splits by the end of the year
-green belt by the end of the year
-learn the Korean terms!
March 9, 2015
3 Things
- Are you a hipster? This article on the subject articulates some of the thoughts I have been having about the trend as a whole. In a nutshell: What's the point?
- I haven't read this magazine in years, but I stumbled upon it again recently and read the whole thing this morning. I highly recommend it for all my girl friends: Set Apart Girl Feb/Mar
- It is Finished by Jimmy Needham:
Going through my journals and reading is such a good reminder of God's faithfulness to me. I realized on my last perusal that basically all my entries are prayers consisting of rhetorical questions:
"How can I become (with the other saints? local saints? unsure of context) that "dwelling place for God" in/by the Spirit? Eph 2:22 I long to KNOW him. After all, he is the one I'm living for, the one I will die for, and the only one in heaven for me. forever. Shouldn't I be, like, spending time with Him and getting to know Him? Talking with him, and reading the "letter" he's sent me? Because I love him, shouldn't I do what he says? (obidience of faith?) Shouldn't I strive to know what it REALLY means because I know him and want to honor what he has told me?"This entry from over a year ago is a fairly typical sample. God has spoken to me more through my act of journaling than any other spiritual discipline, except perhaps prayer (but the two normally happen in tandem). If you're a linguistic processor I highly recommend it. :)
January 13, 2015
Uncharted
It's not just a new year for me, it is the end of the beginning. 2015 holds the end of my planned future. Granted, I only planned through college, but it is still weird seeing the end of the road and not knowing what is beyond it.
For years people have been asking: "What are you doing afterward?" "Are you going to work?" "What about your photography?" "Are you going to get married?" "Where are you going to live?" "Do you have plans?" These questions used to bug me (especially the marriage one. Like, how am I supposed to know?! But I digress. . .) but now I hear them and instead of panic there is curiosity. I can look them in the eyes, smile, and just say I've been wondering the same thing!
I love the security of school and the control of a holding pattern(my Dad was a pilot, we use a ton of Air Force and pilot jargon around here), because you exactly what you are supposed to do. Wake up, read, write, eat, think, sleep, dream, repeat. (By the way, I dream just about every night. It's pretty cool) Now seeds of things I've always wanted to do are being planted in the soil of my little heart. Just waiting for the right time to break through and open to the sun. Things like finally finish learning Morris Code. Cook my way through one of my cookbooks. Leave a massive tip at a restaurant. Become TESOL certified. Learn ju jitsu or karate. Road trip somewhere remote and live like and owl so I can watch the Stars all night. Dress up and go to an Opera. Change someone's life. Take voice lessons. Join the swim team again. Volunteer at an orphanage. Start painting again. Finally become fluent in another language. Flip a house. Go for walks when it rains. Learn how to wear makeup (yeah. . . I'm 20 and haven't really bothered with it yet. . .). Learn how to do more than just change oil or tires on a car. Learn how to hot-wire a car. Stop losing things. Learn kanji characters. Memorize Titus.
There is an ocean of possibilities in these uncharted waters. So 2015? Let's do this.
For years people have been asking: "What are you doing afterward?" "Are you going to work?" "What about your photography?" "Are you going to get married?" "Where are you going to live?" "Do you have plans?" These questions used to bug me (especially the marriage one. Like, how am I supposed to know?! But I digress. . .) but now I hear them and instead of panic there is curiosity. I can look them in the eyes, smile, and just say I've been wondering the same thing!
I love the security of school and the control of a holding pattern(my Dad was a pilot, we use a ton of Air Force and pilot jargon around here), because you exactly what you are supposed to do. Wake up, read, write, eat, think, sleep, dream, repeat. (By the way, I dream just about every night. It's pretty cool) Now seeds of things I've always wanted to do are being planted in the soil of my little heart. Just waiting for the right time to break through and open to the sun. Things like finally finish learning Morris Code. Cook my way through one of my cookbooks. Leave a massive tip at a restaurant. Become TESOL certified. Learn ju jitsu or karate. Road trip somewhere remote and live like and owl so I can watch the Stars all night. Dress up and go to an Opera. Change someone's life. Take voice lessons. Join the swim team again. Volunteer at an orphanage. Start painting again. Finally become fluent in another language. Flip a house. Go for walks when it rains. Learn how to wear makeup (yeah. . . I'm 20 and haven't really bothered with it yet. . .). Learn how to do more than just change oil or tires on a car. Learn how to hot-wire a car. Stop losing things. Learn kanji characters. Memorize Titus.
There is an ocean of possibilities in these uncharted waters. So 2015? Let's do this.
"Send out your light and your truth;
let them lead me;
let them bring me to your holy hill
and to your dwelling!
Then I will go to the altar of God,
to God my exceeding joy,
and I will praise you with the lyre,
O God, my God."
let them lead me;
let them bring me to your holy hill
and to your dwelling!
Then I will go to the altar of God,
to God my exceeding joy,
and I will praise you with the lyre,
O God, my God."
Psalm 43:3-4 (ESV)
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