Some days I’m amazed at how well I can apply Aikido to
difficult situations. An aggressive
driver on the road, a tantrumming child, or an infantile co-worker: sometimes I
can blend like the wind and move about my day in complete balance.
But most days I have to learn my lessons by getting into
quagmires. I get angry in traffic, or
lose my temper with the child, and sometimes I let that co-worker get under my
skin. The quagmires are like sign posts
leading me back to the dojo, and I’m always so grateful when I turn off of
route six, drive down that long dirt road and see it there, ready for
training.
