Ah, Emotions...

Well, tonight was a whirlwind of emotions! Ms. Swing taught class (self-defense/sparring), and we had some old familiar faces show up. Brian came for the 2nd time in about 6 months (he's been working extra shifts and hasn't had time to come and train), so it was great to have him back! Rodney was there, along with Chris and Deven, Melissa, the Vang's, and some others. I was so physched about training and sweating tonight; I was really pumped up and excited to have another black belt to go full-force on, but I was paired with Logan and Cyan, the former being slightly smaller, the latter significantly smaller. So I sucked it up and said, "yes, ma'am" and all the things that I'm supposed to say, but I was very irritated//disappointed//fed up//frustrated, because I've been having this issue for so long, and I finally just came to a breaking point. I kept my cool during class, and after it was over I went and waled on the heavy bag in the back to let my frustrations out. Rodney and Brian seemed to sense that something was up, but didn't mention anything. So I drove home angry, and my mom definitely sensed something was wrong, so I told her, and she said, "Well, you've got 2 choices: Complain or quit the school." Psh. I quickly ruled out choice number 2. Almost 2/3 of my life has been invested in this dojang, and I'm not about to quit. So after reading my fortune cookie from dinner, (it said, "Interpersonal emotions are likely to be pretty intense." Isn't it freaky how those things are so accurate?) I called Ms. Swing up and just told her what I was feeling. She was very understanding and said she had been in my position many times. She also said she'd talk with Mr. Coleman about it, and not to worry. So after nearly 2 years of having this issue, its just solved by one little phone call. Why do we always have to make things more complicated than they are?! :P