It is a little late, but I figured I would until the Rabbit Year had totally wrapped up before posting my 25 moments. Here goes! (I know it was said to list them in order they were thought of, but my brain didn’t like that so I ended up doing them mostly chronologically. Sorry :p)
Rejoining the team after two years, and the thrill of getting back into action.
Coming up with ideas for the first Monthly Mini Challenge, and how I was going to keep them going.
Nearly passing out in the IHC class where we each added a move to a form, because that was the same day I had lost a good chunk of blood in a plasma donation incident and that form had LOTS of extravagant techniques.
Creating my sword form in my Lethbridge apartment and nearly voiding my damage deposit.
The time I had a crisis over Acts of Kindness, when I contributed to putting a drunk driver back on the road and getting advice in that blog's comment section.
Alongside Kobe, filming our tiger challenge events to uphold our commitment (alongside filming a fight choreo and obstacle course).
The Rotary Park Cleanup
The sense of sadness I experienced when I was going back to Lethbridge after spring break, after doing a full week's worth of classes for the first time in years.
Finding the perfect forest space to do my forms in Saskatchewan.
Getting my roommates/partners to do the “Group of Three 1000 Push-Ups / Sit-ups” challenge with me, since I was by myself (I still did close to 1000).
Returning back to the school full time in September!!
Realizing I could adjust my work schedule so that I could continue to attend every class in the week.
Landing my first successful stacks with Shira (doubles, singles, and especially the head).
Filming the “Week in the IHC” video with Logan, and helping out Kayley and my mom with recording their own.
Breaking two boards at once with the double hammerfist.
Getting to build up trust and bonds with the kids' classes.
How something seems to go drastically wrong every time I lead the Tiny Tigers.
Getting to be a part of the lion dance at the library.
Cutting my shoulder on my new (dull) sword.
Cutting my toe on my new (dull) spear.
Reflecting on the last two points and realizing buying a new (live) sword was probably not a good idea.
The hours and hours of extra practice and cardio I did outside of class hours to make sure I was capable of being a lion dancer.
Getting told I got to be a part of the duo that brought THE Kwan Kung to life.
Seeing the new lions for the first time.
Finishing the lion dance at the banquet and realizing how happy I was, in that moment.
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