I took both boys to taekwondo. It was rainy and the sky was clouded in a way that made me feel kind of doomy. For some reason, I did not have a proper attitude. My attitude could have stemmed from the twisted knee I sustained during last Friday’s Zumba class (yes, I clearly am highly coordinated) and it twinged with regret every time I took a step. Or, I am starting to really, truly be over the YEAR ROUND taekwondo situation (Mad Dog, please take note). Yes, with most activities there is a distinctive start point and end point. Taekwondo is infinite. Apparently, my boys can become 128th degree black belts and me? I would like to start earning my black belt in lounging or slacking off in general. But, alas, this will never happen. Even if for some reason we suspend all kung-fu type activity in our home, there will be another activity or goal to replace it.
My goal? To try to remain gracious even when I feel completely the opposite.
How am I doing Mad Dog?
On second thought, better not answer that. You know with me trying to be more gracious and all.