A Stripe On My Belt

I initially wrote this in January, and just not get around to publishing it. Sorry.

On December 22, I got the first stripe on my white belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

I mentioned it once, and I’ve been training all this time. I had to step away a certain points, like when I had my gallbladder out, but I’m still in it. I can’t say if I love it like some people opine so vehemently. I like it enough to stick around. I like the challenge. I like working on something that will challenge me for years. Like a puzzle I can do for the rest of my life.

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Mama Bear Roar

This morning, while waiting (and waiting and waiting…) in line at the DMV (I lost my Washington license today; boo-hoo) I read, in one of my local parenting groups, about a creepy dude at the park skulking around the kids. Another mom was like, oh, was it this guy? And had a whole other story. They were two different creepers, and represent but a drop in the bucket of all the creepers out there, I’m sure.

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