We moved in on a Thursday, and that Sunday opened our doors to practice. As the teacher I am honored that such willing and dedicated and deshi (students) show up and train with me in this art. As a student of aikido, I find myself continually in awe.
When I first started practicing I saw that I struggled with disciple and intuited that Aikido was something which could help. And so I have struggled. Now, opening a dojo it appears I have both come a long way, and only just gotten under way. Even until this point, going to class was something I could and would negotiate with myself, versus being a given. Now in this new role, going to the dojo is a given in my life—so what do I now with the impulse to sneak away and take an easier route through the evening.