~Journaling~ I went to karate last night. I'm quite out of the groove since I've only been there maybe 6 times in the last 3 months. I was learning a sparring routine and my partner was a black belt. I was having trouble remembering the movements and the instructor was adamant that we needed to go faster, which was difficult for me to think of what movement comes next and be able to perform it in time to not get jacked in the face. Which ultimately happened, not a big deal, it didn't hurt very much and there isn't even a mark today. The weird part was that the physical jolt created an emotional reaction in me a minute or two after it happened. I had to bow off the floor and go to the bathroom to cry!! What is *that* about??? I have no idea. I was able to pull myself together enough to finish out the class, but I cried all the way home. I would swear it's PMS because that's how it felt, crying for no "reason". But it's not PMS. I guess I just needed a good cry, but did it have to come at the very place where I'm trying to be tough and hold my own????!!! I was the only girl in the class last night and what do I do?? Start crying ? Oh well.
The reaction scared me for some reason, like I'm that out of touch with myself that I have sporadic outbursts of emotion. I think I'm more stressed out about the words exchanged with my sister and the rest of my family than I've given myself the time to process. I feel ok today. We're going to Busch Gardens and S4 has never been on a roller coaster and we're pretty sure he's old/tall enough to ride one of the coasters there, so we're pretty excited to do that with him.
"Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
