It’s 2022, and I’m still stuck in limbo.
What was supposed to be 6 months has turned into almost two years. It’s been one setback after the next with regards to my emigration. And things are moving so slowly… Damn the Coronavirus.
At this rate, it feels like it’s not going to happen. But I’m trying not to think of it that way.
In the meantime, I’ve decided to focus on one goal. To become fighting fit again. I miss Muay Thai training, and while I can’t join a training gym at the moment, I can get back into the sport on my own. It’s not as much fun with no one to train and spar with, and no coaches to help me with my technique. But I have a program that covers all the techniques, fitness aspects, etc, that I can work with. That’s good enough for now.
Last year I barely did any exercise. So even though I had a few weeks where depression got the better of me and I struggled to do anything, let alone exercise, I’ve still done more for my health this year than the whole of last. There have been a few days where I’ve only managed 10 minutes. But I’m proud of myself for doing something, and for not beating myself up for missing those workouts when the depression was just too heavy. For getting back in there when I could.
This year has already held many challenges, but I’m still going. I’m trying to just take it one day at a time, and hope for the best. Always making sure I’m prepared for the worst as well though, and can get through whatever comes my way.