10/10/2026
It's Mental Health Awareness Day! I bring this up here because every step in my "fitness" (for lack of a better word) journey arose because of my daily struggles with being a person. From the moment I walked into my first martial arts class, a savagely bullied 12-year-old desperate to make it through a day in a state other than terror, alienated both socially and academically by undiagnosed neurodivergence, to this moment in my life as a middle-aged trainer, coach, theater artist, musician, struggling to survive ina politicallyand economically volatile moment ... my journey with my body is inextricably linked to my journey with my mind, my culture, and with what theists, Platonists, and other dualists call "spirit."
Martial arts taught me that how we move - in a fight, the gym, the world - is an expression of self as unique and individuated as a fingerprint, as subject to daily fluctuation as mood, as vitally important as intellect or hope. That even with core knowledge and technique established, there is no progress without meeting the whole human where it is and teaching to its needs - whether the whole human is a student, a client, a colleague, a castmate/bandmate/collaborator, a friend ... yourself. The mind is not separate from the body; it doesn't even always operate in a separate sphere.