Today I had a success -- a little thing, but important and symbolic to me. In class, when Steven asked, "who wants to be thrown?" for the first time I didn't struggle with speaking up. I let my heart shout out. It's silly, in a way, because who wouldn't just speak right up if they wanted to be thrown? It's part of kung fu. But I know I hesitate, I wait, I don't want to seem too eager, and then I beat myself up for it later when I missed an opportunity to do something I really love. This time, though, I didn't hesitate more than a fraction to see if someone else wanted it more, I didn't let my fear of falling wrong stop me, and I didn't let my worries about looking foolish or failing get in my way.
Who wants to be thrown? I sure do! Why not say so?
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And you fell/landed very well.
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