This is how I have been feeling of late
I work hard each day and think I should go easier
The next day I think I am tardy
I work too much on perfection of form and application
Thinking I should back off
Next day thinking my form is sloppy and ineffective
One thing I know is I can't miss a day
I have reached levels I never thought possible
However I feel short of any goals of worthwhile acceptance
Things I see others push their chests out for achieving I feel are folly
On line I see forms or drills I wish I had learnt
Knowing I already have too many
This may sound like dissatisfaction
It is not
It is just seeing the vast beauty of Wu Lin
Knowing I have still time to play in the Forrest