Part of the ritual of revealing the move to Hong Kong to friends and family was being asked the inevitable question “…but what about Judo?”. I found the question irritating both in frequency and insistence, repeatedly replying what became a rehearsed routine.
“Yea I’m going to carry on, I’ve found a few clubs so I’ll be able to train there.”
I couldn’t quite pin down the source of my irritation at the time. Couldn’t people see how serious I was about judo? Can’t they see how hard I work? Why would they think I would stop? Did they think I was just going to give up on my dream? Were they doubting that I would be successful?
Travel broadens the mind but it also broadens the geographical and temporal distance between your past experiences and the now. This distance allows you to reflect and gain perspective, to digest and dissect. I see now that I was offended by this question because it forced me to confront the risk I was taking in moving so far away from a setting in which I was making good progress.