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Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

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Hello, and greetings to you all. I hope you have been well? It's been over a year since my last blog post, and for that I apologise. I said from the outset that I wouldn't write out of obligation; I would only write when I had something I consider to be of value to share. I have had a very difficult year in terms of my personal, work and family life, and I kind of lost my Dojo-Mojo somewhat.  Laat year (2024) was an amazing year for my martial arts development. I started the year having recently passing my black belt in Karate, I was training twice weekly in Karate and doing a Kickboxing class once weekly. I had some personal training sessions under Raushan Sandhu at IMA in Leeds, and fought in my first Karate competition. I attended a few seminars, started writing a martial arts blog and finished the year by getting first place in a club points sparring tournament. At 48 years old, I felt unstoppable.  This year (2025) started off much the same, and, additionally,...

How often do you practice?

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'How often do you practice karate then?' asked Dale.  It had been a long a long morning, tattooing my client. During that time the conversation had flowed, from music, to TV, to holidays, favourite foods and hobbies. I might have mentioned that I do karate, once or twice. Now we had stopped for a long overdue lunch break. I'd offered him an apple, he had politely accepted.  'How often do I practice karate?' I repeated, ' Every day.' 'EVERY day?' He sounded surprised.  'Every single day. In fact, I'm practicing karate right now.'  Dale looked at me with a smirk, like he was waiting for the punchline. There wasn't one. 'No you're not' 'What am I doing then? 'Eating an apple, same as me'  'No,' I protested playfully, 'you're just eating an apple. I'm practicing karate!' Dale's smirk took on a quizzical look, as he looked at me through narrowed eyes.  I let him stew for a min...