The Not-So-Subtle Art of Kind of Giving a F*ck
<p>The last few months have been non-stop. Hard training, hard work, moving, and constant traveling —all the time.</p>
<p>I’ve been on the road nearly every week for the last 4 months, either training, spending time with my girlfriend, teaching a seminar, competing, or a mixture of all of these. The weekend before last weekend’s ADCC Trials in Poland was my first weekend home without a competition or seminar since I moved to Austin in July.</p>
<p>The last few months have been especially crazy, and as I write this article, overlooking the Amalfi Coast, sipping a Diet Coke, and trying to digest and reflect on everything I’ve seen, felt, and experienced, I’m not quite sure where to start.</p>
<p>I took 3rd at last weekend’s ADCC Trials in Poland, and while I’m hoping that that good result is a sign of momentum, not a pinnacle, I’m really just making an effort to enjoy today. In the last few months, I’ve been lost, hopeless, triumphant, broken, happy, and everything in between. It’s been a lot to handle.</p>
<p>I’ve had so many successes and failures this year that I don’t really feel attached to the m anymore. I care about my crafts, but I’m not attached to any outcomes anymore.</p>
<p>My priorities are extremely selective.</p>
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