“This is not good,” I told myself. “I probably should go back to Filipino Martial Arts training soon.”
You see, I was in a church service tonight, and was only vaguely hearing what the pastor was saying because I was so distracted. First, it was the pen in his shirt pocket. I thought of the long list of lethal moves I could do with it. Then his microphone, another long list. And then the mic stand….
I’ve burned out and it’s been almost two months now that I’ve pulled back from FMA training and all other related activities. (Check out my earlier post I’m tired of Filipino Martial Arts.)
During this break, I realized that I can’t completely shut off FMA. Remember that catchy 1960’s song “There is always something there to remind me” by Burt Bacharach and Hal David? It’s true of FMA.
I go to a book store and spot a knife book.
I go to a hardware store
I sit at a doctor’s waiting room and get mesmerized by the pens and scissors on the secretary’s table. I eat lunch and remember the farmers’ bolos cutting palay. I see a flag and think of Lapu-lapu, Andres Bonifacio, and Diego Silang.
There’s really no escaping. FMA is and will always be a part of my life and unless I want to think of lethal moves in church again, I better start getting small doses of FMA soon.
We’ll see what happens.