Something amusing happened last night that made me really aware of the way our minds are so stuck on patterns and on the past.
Along with the new kung fu class/setup at the other kwoon space, we have received new school shirts that are, shall we say, quite different from our old ones. Since I began practicing Kung Fu I’ve worn the black Wing Lam shirt to every class and most practices as well — these new shirts are instead a quite bright gold in colour. I put the shirt on before class, did my warmups, all that. When class was started I trotted out onto the practice space. My eyes caught a flash of brightness from my chest and I had a moment of panic, and my mind immediatly went “YOU ARE WEARING THE WRONG CLOTHES! YOU FORGOT TO CHANGE!” A couple of more times during the class I was distracted by the shirt and its uncustomary hue, like something wasn’t right.
Amusing and telling.
