Reposting my diary notes written on 15th Sep 2024
The morning of my black belt exam felt different. It sharper, heavier, charged with energy.
All those early mornings, the endless repetitions, and the quiet hours of practice had led to this moment.
The dojo felt both familiar and new and every corner seemed to echo with my years of effort.
When I stepped onto the mat, time seemed to slow down. My mind was silent. No overthinking, no self-doubt, just muscle memory and focus.
Each kata unfolded like a story I had written a thousand times before. The movements were no longer practice, they were a reflection of my discipline, patience, and perseverance.
When I finally bowed at the end, a wave of calm washed over me.