Mustering Zanshin

What felt useless yesterday now feels like fuel for the fire. I wait until sunset, then work every move I’ve learned thus far using my reflection in the windows as a mirror. Zanshin. Presence of mind. It took me all day to gather my internal forces and have another go at this with a fresh perspective. Now, one hour after I began, I feel more awake and alive than I have all day. The power of focus, the power of alertness.