I can see the trousers of destiny bifurcating before my very eyes.
And here's the kicker. There is the easy way, and there's the right way. I will have to go the right way, but sometimes I get so very, very tired.
Oh, well. There are no easy solutions, and the answers are never so clear. Until they are. But they are all painful.
I wish things were different, but they're not. And we have to work with what we have, not with what we wish we had.
Oh well, life goes on.
On a more cheerful note, last night we had rapier practice. Killing people after a rough week always cheers me up. I find it very, very refreshing.
We had three new fighters, and I had a lot of fun working with them. One of them has been fencing for about a month and a half at another practice, while the other two were brand new. We did footwork drills, and I explained to the newbies the basics of SCA rapier fighting. The footwork drills were very entertaining taking into account that I am slightly dyslexic, and so was one of our new students. One dyslexic person in a drill is enough to make it fun. Two, it's a party.
But in the end, they got the idea, and we will do more next week.
I also got to fight with


I started to feel that change at Pennsic. For some reason, something has started improving in three areas:
I still have a lot to do. I guess I have stopped fighting myself and my opponent at the same time, and fighting my opponent only is a heckuva lot easier.
But losing that mental barrier is the most liberating thing that has happened to me in a long, long time.
And after a rough week, it feels even better.