The Warrior Path
I remember wanting to train in the martial arts at a young age, but never had to opportunity to.
I remember getting into fights as a kid. Having to protect my brother from bullies and protect myself from people who thought I didn’t belong. Racism was heavily present when I was in elementary school.
I remember being told that I could never be a martial artist because I was a girl. Because strong women during those times meant, not being able to find a husband. Or so I was told.
I remember fighting for my life and the lives of my brothers while we were growing up. Our neighborhood wasn’t an easy place for raising a family, nor was it the safest.
I remember. I never forgot.
I had the opportunity.
So I snatched it with both hands and ran with it.
Muay Thai was my first love. And during that journey, obstacles and challenged arose during my path to black belt. Working multiple jobs, having my 2nd and 3rd children, going to college, starting my first business, being a wife and still trying to train.
What took most about 5 years to attain black belt, took me twice the amount of time. 10 years. A decade.
But I did not quit. I always seemed to find my way back to it, because it was the one thing that was a constant source of strength. A perpetual fountain of knowledge and growth for me to become stronger in mind, body and spirit.
Along the way I found healing through doing a few more styles that I was not comfortable with. Weapons training in FMA and close quarter sparring in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Who knew that I would end up loving those as much as I do now?
I honestly believe that I transformed into a black belt, about a year AFTER becoming one.
"Walking the walk" definitely was a testament to what I had become. And routinely staying on that path was proof to others that I embodied that honor.
Then one day,
I couldn’t walk.
Everything came to a halt.
I began to forget.
All I could think about was all the things I wasn’t able to do anymore.
The shift would’ve went downhill, if it weren’t for the reminders in what my purpose was. Three questions that I share with my students during a tough round of training.
Why am I doing this?
Who am I doing this for?
What is my goal?
Three simple questions to ask yourself when things get difficult. To remind yourself whether or not the fight is worth it.
We all forget when the going gets tough. All we focus on is only on relieving pain. Moving away from pain. It’s primal. It’s a “prey mindset” that I don’t want to have. Fear makes us forget to barrel forward and remove the “cause” of the pain.
So here’s your reminder, so YOU can remember your purpose. So we can all take control of what challenges may arise. We need to remember those three questions to set us back on the right path.
Because true warriors don’t spend a lot of time “talking the talk”, instead they prefer to “walk the walk”.
And I’m so grateful to be walking.