Reflections on identity, discipline, and the quiet path between mastery and belongingI didn’t write this as a lesson.It’s just something that’s been sitting with me for a long time. The feeling of being in-between. Of learning across decades, across systems, across cultures.And ...
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The Quiet Discipline of ReturningThis isn’t an essay about failure. It’s about rhythm. The rhythm of doubt. Of returning. Of continuing when everything in you says stop. After more than four decades of martial arts, I've come to realize that quitting isn’t ...
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A Reflection on Teaching with Humility What does it mean to lead others through a practice you're still unraveling yourself? After four decades of training across multiple martial arts, I still find myself questioning my role as a teacher—and yet, that questioning ...
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Not everything I survived made me stronger. But it made me real.I’ve slept in cars. Curled up in janitor’s closets. Trained through hunger just to hold on to a thread of who I was. This isn’t a story about how pain makes ...
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A reflection on the quiet, uncomfortable path of humility — and why it keeps you growing long after the flashy stuff fades.I didn’t plan on writing about humility. I was just stretching one morning, badly, and remembered a tea house in Tokyo ...
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