Seeing Connor with Baxter this morning reminded me of a similar vignette nine years ago as he stood at this same window with Mei.


I miss that kitty. Come to think of it, sometimes I miss that toddler, too.
Seeing Connor with Baxter this morning reminded me of a similar vignette nine years ago as he stood at this same window with Mei.


I miss that kitty. Come to think of it, sometimes I miss that toddler, too.
On the day before my black belt test, I had my regularly-scheduled appointment with my therapist, who just so happens to be a 4th-degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She suggested that I write down how it felt to have passed my black belt test, especially since the memory of feelings can fade or change with time.
At the end of the nearly six hours of intense testing (punctuated by a handful of short breaks for water and/or snacks), Mr. Turner faced the line-up of black belt candidates and asked us how we felt. For me, “relieved” was the first word that came to mind.
I made it through six hours of testing without injuring myself. At age 46, with my back problems and knee problems, making it through the test uninjured was a huge relief. That had honestly been my main goal: push as hard as I could for as long as I could without getting hurt. During the test, I could feel my lower back and my left knee weakening as I pushed myself to the limit. At one point during the grappling portion of the test, I even approached Mr. Turner and told him (in a voice that, to my embarrassment, started to quaver with emotion) that if he saw me stop during the exercise, it wouldn’t be because I didn’t want to continue — it would only be because I can’t. I told him that I planned to train to failure if necessary, but that I was getting frustrated. Of course, he reminded me that getting emotional wouldn’t help, and basically just to keep going.
After the test was over, though, the constant low-level stress of uncertainty and self-doubt of the past several months had finally lifted. I had finally made it through the gauntlet of black belt testing. I am worthy. I am enough. I wasn’t “given” a belt promotion just by virtue of continuing to show up; I earned it.

A sampling of the fun we endured:

I see now, looking at my Hour Three Selfie, why my classmates all say I look so intense and angry when I’m going hard. I look pretty pissed. I’m a little intimidated by Black Belt Test Selfie Diana, truth be told. She looks like she is NOT going to put up with any shit.
Is that really me?
Hell, yes.

We did it. We all did it. Whether we were scared or hesitant or unsure or excited or nervous or what have you, we all made it happen. We all lifted each other up along the way, and came out the other side as stronger people.
We didn’t just show up. We showed up and kicked ass.
I‘m up before sunrise on a Saturday. Morning coffee is on board, as are my vitamins and some ibuprofen for good measure. I even ate breakfast. I’m wearing camouflage workout capris without socks, and it’s 28F outside.
Wish me good skills on my Krav Maga black belt test! 🥋😳
Surprised myself this morning by passing the fitness portion of my Krav Maga black belt test, despite a bad back and a bum knee.
Forearm plank: 2m21s
Push-ups: 27 in 2 mins (!!!)
Body-weight squats: 90+ in 2 mins
Much gratitude to Daniel Turner’s Karate America for pushing me to be my best! 👊🏻
Today was the IT Holiday Party at my work. The main venue was a not-quite-IMAX-sized movie theater, in which we got to enjoy some catered appetizers and light fare and desserts while we waited for the bigwigs to thank us for another year of our valuable work in the trenches of Information Technology.
While we were waiting, the Disney+ series The Santa Clauses played on the big, BIG screen. That brand of comedy really isn’t my jam; in fact, I spent a lot of mental energy trying in vain to ignore it. Never have I been so glad to see a bunch of suits take the stage.
It’s been a weird year, with lots of changes in upper management. Some people retired, some people were coerced into retirement, and some people were straight-up let go with zero fanfare or warning — including one of the suits who normally would have lightened up this sort of gathering with his unique brand of wry humor. Add to that the news that the company is selling off a large portion of our internal customers, and it makes for a kind of omnipresent, low-lying anxiety amongst just about everybody.
The latest news we got today was that most of the IT department will be permanently remote beginning January 1, 2023. The rumor mill is all abuzz about various reasons why, but none of us are particularly surprised, given that we were asked to fill out a survey not too long ago about our preference for hybrid vs. remote work.
Even though I find my in-office days more taxing than my work-from-home days, I still like having some face-to-face time with my co-workers. Things are said in person that would never be typed out over Teams chat, and interactions happen that would be very different if both parties were remote. Even so, if there’s no one else in the office to interact with, then there’s no point in me being in the office, either. It’s bittersweet. It’s one more example of how the paradigm has shifted since the pandemic.
While my co-workers and I sat in the theater and tried to converse over Tim Allen, I had something else to keep my attention: a Rocketbook that I won in a raffle last week. They retail for $35, and I bought five raffle entries for $5 each, so I essentially got a VMWare-branded Rocketbook Core at a discount. (If I’d won the Grand Prize, though, I would have gotten a Very Large monitor for that $25 donation.)
The Rocketbook is basically a notebook with wet-erase reusable pages and an accompanying app that streamlines the process of scanning and uploading your notes and sketches to the cloud service of your choice. I can sketch something, make a mark on a specific icon at the bottom of the page, and when I use the app to scan the page, it will get beamed to my Google Drive. Or my personal email, or my work email, or my personal OneDrive, or any number of other services. I only wish I could take the Smart List feature and beam those items into my Outlook for work or my iOS Reminders.
There have been a non-zero number of times when I’ve wanted to sketch out a diagram or a dashboard layout and get that sketch into my OneNote, and it’s been a timesink of image adjustments to output a decent image. The Rocketbook will definitely make that sort of thing a lot more efficient… even if I don’t need to do it very often.
I have a two-week vacation scheduled for the weeks of Christmas and New Years. I’ve been looking forward to it — I should have taken a breather several weeks ago, honestly — and I’m still looking forward to it, even if it means that I might not be returning to the office after the break is over.