I’m feeling calm.
This week, we worked on fighting off someone for a few minutes. We had drills.
And even when I struggled to break free, I didn’t panic. My instructor and my classmates encouraged me– watched what I was doing and gently corrected me. My voice got stronger, and I used it.
I always got away. It didn’t matter the size of the person I was fighting, or how aggressive they were.
I used the moves I learned and improvised a few of my own, too. And this time my instructor didn’t criticize me from deviating from the curriculum. He seemed impressed.
I learned a have a strong instinct for self-preservation. My best weapon is my intuition and my brain.
I’m good at avoiding trouble, and that’s not being weak.
On my way to class, I encountered my across-the-hall neighbor on the back porch. I told him where I was going and he jokingly offered to fight me. He had his hands up, defensively.
I stood my ground and said, “Dude, I’m not fighting you.”
Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is walk away from a fight.