Finally Earned My Black Belt

Yesterday, in a private testing with our instructor, we finally earned our first degree blackbelts. It was my wife's third attempt and she was as excited as school girl on the first day of summer. I took it all more philosophically. It was my second attempt. After practicing and polishing up forms and board breaking techniques I finally got up there and screwed it all up again. I don't know what it is but every time I get up there with my wife, I fuck it up. My board breaks I did get on the first attempt this time. I think that was the main reason I no changed my first test. If I had kept it all to the schedule everyone else does I would have had my blackbelt in the late winter or early spring. Of course I'm not everyone else, I am only myself. My instructor called me up just as I was coming out the shower preparing for the test and asked me if I was ready. Ready, I don't know the meaning of the word. I do know anyone, anytime, anywhere, and I do know that no inspection ready unit is ever combat ready and no combat ready unit is ever inspection ready. I live my life by these two adages because I have personally experienced them. Ready she asks, if I were ready about anything in my life I'd have not ever progressed out of diapers or even my mother's womb. I don't know the word or probably ever will. Ready is one of those states one probably experiences on their death bed as they are just about to die. Anyway, I have my blackbelt, Dana has hers and life goes on.