Zanshin

I went to karate pretty angry I guess. On the way back to the trainstation one of the guys accompanied me and we talked about sparring and how difficult it is to stay calm and focused in the midst of battle (I like saying that, that sounds cool) and general progress in karate. He's a nice guy, there is something about him that I like, I couldn't say what it is exactly but I just like him in the sense that I believe we could be friends if we talked more often. People who know me can appreciate how rare this is, I really don't get this a lot.
It's a short walk to the station, but our conversation was authentic and it gave me a warm feeling inside. It was real as opposed to the general banter that normally takes place between people, there was something genuine about it that I think we both noticed. What a difference. Quality instead of quantity I guess, that's why I have only two good friends. I don't even know if I could handle more! Would like to give it try with this guy though.
Tomorrow morning I have a meeting with another agency that's going to assess my situation and my limitations, so that should be fun. Not. I'm not going to write any more about that until I know more myself. Yes, I am indeed very much in the dream tonight and I don't care. Just think of it this way: it was meant to be! That sounds like a mental fart to me now, excusez le mot.
Bonne nuit everyone and sweet dreams,

***M.