When my instructor called me on the phone to give me the date of the test:
So I get to work, training, training.
But that doesn't help my mounting anxiety.
And after breakfast I had something of a nervous breakdown.
And then there was the test itself. Which was pretty much four hours of this:
When I really just wanted to do this:
When it was finally over, we were told to meditate withour eyes closed. And I felt unworthy:
But, incredibly, when I was told to open my eyes, I saw my spiffy certificate that said "Black Belt" with my very own name on it:
And even when my instructor threatened to send me to test for second in a mere two years:
And now, today: