#8. edison.

dear fleur.
i was just watching andrew jenks. he was living the life of a ufc fighter. the guy he was following round-kicked his opponent like it was nothing.
and you can totally call me weird.
because i actually liked watching it. and i actually hate violence.

for those of you who don't know,
i teach martial arts.
and i love it.
i have the best little children. my advanced class is hilarious. i have one boy who plays piano on the floor while he stretches. i think it's mozart. there's another boy who can kick me in the face, and he's half my height. there's a little girl who is legally blind and incredible. and one girl who can do the splits without thinking twice about it.
i love all of them.
my beginning class always changes. so many kids have come through it. little boys who cried. girls who were good at arm locks. sisters& brothers. siblings who fought. siblings who liked each other. little friends who worked so well together. a lot of kids.
i liked all of them.

i adore teaching. no joke. and it doesn't fit my personality at all. i mean, really?
i named my sewing machine. i bake red velvet cupcakes. i listen to opera. i write love stories. i make necklaces. i cried when i saw my best friend last time.
and.
i watch ufc. i want to take brazilian ju-jitsu at the community college. i study savate. i can kick over my head. i have a picture of bruce lee in my journal. i would like to do some boxing. i punch things when i'm mad. i do katas in my kitchen.

it's crazy. and not me. and i like it.
i would love to keep teaching forever. or at least be a student. and i think i will always be involved in martial arts and self defense. no matter where i am.

i have always dreamed of doing a form in the ocean. i think i will next time i visit the sea. maybe a simple one. just a pinan.

i love karate.
love bells.