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May. 25th, 2003 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikWhee!
Wushu didn't eat me up, I ate it up instead. (Though I didn't do any cartwheels because while my shoulder consented to come along for the ride, that would have been pushing things. It's too bad, I was in the right sort of mood to make a go at cartwheels.)
Still having shin splints, wondering if that means I shouldn't go out jogging. I hope they'll calm down as my ankles stabilize, and I'm working hard at having faith that that's what my ankles are doing. (It does *seem* to be true.)
Got to explain to my mother why I consider my martial arts studies to be more important to me than going to grad school. Which was difficult not because my mother "secretly" wants me to get graduate degrees (though this happens to be the case) but because the logic involved still kind of makes me wince. Which doesn't make it less true, I think, but heck, my mother did raise me, and I do have a deeply ingrained sense that graduate degrees are an end in themselves (and probably a prudent career move) while physical activities are hobbies at best unless you're the kind of blockhead who really can't do anything better with themselves.
(Not to mention that such blockheads are assumed to be athletically ept, and sound of body...)
This doesn't necessarily mean I won't be heading towards grad school, it just establishes priorities. I spent the first seven years out of college making prudent career moves (and look where it got me). Time to pursue a crazy dream.
Gods but I hope I have the guts to go through with this.
Wushu didn't eat me up, I ate it up instead. (Though I didn't do any cartwheels because while my shoulder consented to come along for the ride, that would have been pushing things. It's too bad, I was in the right sort of mood to make a go at cartwheels.)
Still having shin splints, wondering if that means I shouldn't go out jogging. I hope they'll calm down as my ankles stabilize, and I'm working hard at having faith that that's what my ankles are doing. (It does *seem* to be true.)
Got to explain to my mother why I consider my martial arts studies to be more important to me than going to grad school. Which was difficult not because my mother "secretly" wants me to get graduate degrees (though this happens to be the case) but because the logic involved still kind of makes me wince. Which doesn't make it less true, I think, but heck, my mother did raise me, and I do have a deeply ingrained sense that graduate degrees are an end in themselves (and probably a prudent career move) while physical activities are hobbies at best unless you're the kind of blockhead who really can't do anything better with themselves.
(Not to mention that such blockheads are assumed to be athletically ept, and sound of body...)
This doesn't necessarily mean I won't be heading towards grad school, it just establishes priorities. I spent the first seven years out of college making prudent career moves (and look where it got me). Time to pursue a crazy dream.
Gods but I hope I have the guts to go through with this.
