Muay Thai and My Time

My series of Muay Thai lessons is now drawing to an end. It feels like the end of a season - one that I artificially created for myself to make sense of the movement of time, or perhaps to give myself some sense of progression. It also feels a lot like walking from one room to the next, closing one door and opening a new one.

Progression - it is interesting that my life so far is defined in chunks. 

I had a really good time putting punches and throwing my shins into those sandbags for these few months. Can't say that I've become one real and mean boxing machine right now, but I think I now know how to look less amateurish if I ever get into a real brawl! (Also managed to persuade two friends to join me in my temporal hobby.)

So what does this chunk of my life mean to me?

A new beginning, a renewed zest, rediscovering myself, "throwing" myself into life. It's too complex an experience to be written down in a couple of lines. Or maybe it's but a transitory phase. A bridge to a new place. 

But have I arrived? I do not know. I wish I do.