I have been so caught up in life the past few weeks that I haven't quite had the time to sit down for quiet reflection and some journalling. As the waves lick away at the pearly white shore, sweeping its grains of sand away little by little, so I feel I am being swept away by the sudden flurry of activity in my life.

 

Fencing training has been good. The team has made marked improvement, and seeing this makes me feel so proud, even as I knowit is all to be attributed to their individual efforts and passion for this sport, and I am but another role player in the team. I am very confident of our performance this year. It is preisely because of this that I must put up with how training is eating away all my time.

 

I would prefer having more time to spend elsewhere, of course, but that said, Fencing is my pride and joy and something I have willingly dedicated myself to.

 

 

I think I'm finally improving on that latest technique I've been practising since February. Fencing practices just seem to consume me lately. As far as possible, I practise three hours a day so that when I finally enter competition, I will be able to give my best and do my team proud. 


It makes me feel rather guilty, though, that I'm devoting this much time to achieving my own personal glory, and am, as a result, spending less and less time with my mum. I know it's a sacrifice I have to make, but my mum and I have always been all we've each ever had, and I can't help but worry, that without me around as much anymore, she has to do al the heavy-lifting - if any - in the house by herself, or that she's lonely by herself at home, or stuff like that. 

Perhaps my worries are just irrational, but I think, it's only natural to worry about one's ageing parents, just like they worried for you when you were a child :]

 

 

I wonder if I should skip practice one of these days and go back to Rabanastre instead.