100 percent of nothing
In a particularly low point at the moment, so have decided to wallow in some self pity and retrospective angst. I think I’m turning into a Goth, or worse, my sister when she was a teenager! (..that particular joke will have some severe repercussions).
My karate, as with other things, has stalled. Despite putting in what I feel is 100%, the execution seems to fall far short of the expected standard and the appearance of going backwards more than forwards is somewhat disheartening.
Maybe it’s just a recurrence of what a good friend once called “Blue belt blues”.
T’would seem my old managers favourite dictum, muttered every pay and bonus review time, has come back to haunt; “Remember, Andy, that 100% of nothing is still nothing”.
Wallowing, angst and other inglorious forms of self pity will of course be accompanied by some very loud music, in the Marilyn Mansun and Iron Maiden flavours methinks, and occassionally interspersed with some comedy genius.
…buggar! Still not sorted this out either!
