Social isolation & too much coffee

OK OK OK,
It’s been some time since my last update….I don’t have an excuse for that. Excuses are lame anyway. I won’t try to fill you in on all that has happened between now & then, too much life has gone by to be contained in one little blog post. Instead, we shall focus upon the here & now.
HERE is Farnborough England, specifically in a tiny little cafe drinking a giant Mocha. Yep, I am being that guy working on his blog in public space.
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I have returned to my old post working as a Live-In Carer 7 days per week. Once again experiencing the grind of working without days off & the enduring the challenges of social isolation. The plus side being I am once again earning currency & have no real expenses. Also, I have a lot of time to pursue personal development. Or not. The purpose of this stint it to merely refill the coffers before heading home to Australia to spend time with family over Christmas. Because it’s all well and good being kick ass at life & gallivanting off into the sunset- but maintaining the relationships that are meaningful is a super important part of life. For me, I am due to spend some quality face-time with loved ones, not just for my own enjoyment but to actively invest in those relationships. I have such beautiful people waiting for me back home & I am eager to sow into those from whom I have reaped such rich harvests. And no doubt will do again.

But fear not gentle readers! This is not a post about me hanging up my gloves & settling down into normality. Far from it! When I return I will be headed to one of my favourite MMA gyms on the planet to train with the fearsome creatures at Windang Fight Gym, where my MMA journey truly began. I am beyond excited to roll with all my old training partners & hear my coach’s voice again over the din of training.
gym-black-300x225As for settling down…well I have a thousand and one ideas, aspirations & adventures rattling around my mind. All of which should be given life if possible, it is simply a matter of putting them into order. I say ‘all’ because I think taking an idea out of the ephemeral world of thoughts & bringing it into some form of tangible existence, that’s a sacred thing. It’s great to accomplish large, worthy goals, of course, but I also place great value on the little things. The little ideas. Little things often turn out to be big things, don’t they say? Hug your cat. Lick a puppy. Choke your training partners. Live those wacky little side plots & bring those tiny ideas into life. It’ll help programme that big powerful brain of yours to remember that you can do cool shit. Good to remind yourself of that one.  
hal-jordanWhich brings us to the NOW. Other than training & socialising, I don’t exactly know what I will do when I return home. I do not know which direction to take my life once Christmas is done. I do not know which adventure to pursue. And that is totally fine. It is 100% OK. Planning future adventures, scheming world domination, & pondering future possibilites are some of my favorite things to think about. However, as my recent Thailand adventures & complications have firmly demonstrated, life’s twisty & strange. Plans fail. Plots change in an instant. That’s OK too. You don’t need to know all the time. You don’t even need a plan all the time. Sometimes you just need to do. Or not do. So, for now, I’m just a guy doing the work thing. I train. I sleep. I eat good. And I am happy in the now. I feel pretty confident I’ll be happy in the future too. And sad. And all the other things. That’s part of the ride my lovely friends. Hope you’re enjoying the ride today, if not….well just remember we’re talking monkeys on a chunk of dirt flying through nothingness, & that one day this chunk of dirt will be engulfed by a giant fireball as the sun explodes. And on the Universe will roll. So enjoy the ride my monkey friends.

Until next time,
Peace, Love & Triangles

Scotty (has-had-too-much-coffee)

First step stumble

Today, is my last weekend of paid work before setting off on my global combative adventures. Exciting times. I have worked the past 6 months solidly as a Live-in-Carer to finance my venture. All the while eagerly anticipating my emancipation. So eagerly in fact, that I planned ahead much more thoroughly than usual. I booked a week in Copenhagen, Denmark on the way to SE Asia. This Danish week was plotted to be my week of glory. Joining the BJJ Globetrotters for a 6 day camp of martial arts and awesome. I have been eagerly anticipating this week for months now. Ticking another day off my calendar every night, watching the slow yet steady march of time bringing me closer to my objective.
Training as much as possible to hone my limited skills to be ready for the camp. Carefully monitoring my diet; even eating as a Vegetarian & Vegan for a month each of the year. Vegan was bloody challenging. Daily stretching to increase my flexibility. It became my mission every day to prepare myself.

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But, life does not always go to plan. Today I sent an email in which I regretfully announced I could not participate in the camp. Due to Ringworm. Gross and debilitating, Ringworm.

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I picked it up from a sparring partner & had been desperately hopeful of healing in time for Denmark. But it was not so. The first step in my traveling martial arts odyssey has been a stumble. Not only was I unable to train for the whole month of May, but now am unable to attend the BJJ Globetrotters event. My Thailand camp might even be in jeopardy. It is not ideal. It’s not great. My carefully laid plans gone askew by circumstances outside my control.
And that’s life right? The story we have in our head about how things will go, is often just that. A story we tell ourselves. Just thoughts.
Being involved in another person’s life these past months, I have glimpsed a entirely different way of living. I have been entwined in the life of a person, who due to circumstances outside their control, simply has less options than most people. A hell of a lot less. He doesn’t have the option of scratching his own nose. It’s just not in the cards. And yet somehow this man still remains a decent and thoughtful human being. The whole thing is mind-boggling. How often have we heard the saying ‘ at least you have your health’? I can remember thinking that to be one of the most unhelpful statements ever. I understand it a little better now. The ability to use my fingers to type this (somewhat whiny) post, is a great and fantastic thing. Being able to scratch your own nose, is a greatly underrated ability.
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I am not happy to have Ringworm. It’s itchy and unsightly. I feel like something of a modern day leper, not my sexiest moment. But it will pass. It is temporary. Just like everything else.
Life is dynamic, it’s constantly changing. And even though that fact is biting me in the ass right now, I love it. The unpredictable nature of the human experience is one of the most fascinating parts. And trying to live a peaceful, meaningful life within that swirling, unknowable chaos is all part of the fun.
So enjoy the moments as they pass. Focus on the good bits. Grow the things you love, don’t sweat the other stuff. Life is grand boys & girls.
Hope your today is a glorious one, full of nose scratching and other fun stuff.

Peace.Love.Triangles (& ringworm)
Scotty