A few nights ago I had a great post-BJJ catch up with a friend I hadn’t seen at the gym for a while.
The conversation related specifically to how he felt about himself in relation to his progression with Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and his dream of becoming a black belt, which would eventually lead to opening his own gym, allowing him to make a living from the Gentle Art.
I quickly discovered that we were both on the same frustrating path.
Whereas everybody else in class seemed to be excelling at an exponential rate, improving with an alarming rate, we both felt that we had stalled. Somewhere along the line we had become stagnant. Our game became predictable, expected, and we became lost within the roll, rather than experiencing and learning from it.
For him, the relatively new blue belt, and myself, a single stripe blue belt for almost a full year, there was a harsh realisation.
We’d hit a plateau.
What always surprises me from the lessons I learn on the mats is how applicable they are to my other interests and ambitions.
Not for the first time, a lesson learned through BJJ can easily relate back to my writing journey.