Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Purple Belt

OK, so it turns out it wasn't too much later that I got mine.

My purple was handed to me at a John Will seminar.

As my coaches are also purples, they 'arranged' a private session with the head honcho that was ostensibly to thank me for coaching and being a senior member of the club. Turns out I was under observation and apparently passed with flying colours.

They didn't tell me this until well after I had been through a fairly rocky weekend post seminar, where I felt the thing wasn't entirely deserved (I often still don't). I remember the blue transition being similar with bouts of feeling depressed about the heaviness of the thing (pun unintended).

I think this is partially my own self esteem stuff, but also the weight we put on the coloured belts here due to their lack in the club. The purple really feels like a black belt here and the weight of that is pretty huge at times...

Despite all the angst and worries about the huge target now on my back, this is a good thing. While the belt itself is only a recognition that I'm reducing the non-awesomeness in my life in small stages, it's beginning to feel OK wearing it and I kinda like that...