“The Belt Around Your Waist: What the Years Have Taught Me.”
Wow. Another chapter finished—just over 3,300 words—and this one took me somewhere I wasn't expecting.
I started out wanting to explore the history of the martial arts belt: where the ranking system came from, the evolution of the colors, the traditions of the Moo Duk Kwan, and what those colors were intended to represent. But somewhere along the way, the chapter became much more personal.
At nine years old in the South Bronx, I started martial arts without a uniform or a belt. At seventeen, I received my first white belt. Today, at 65, after 56 years in the martial arts, I tie a sixth-degree Master's Dan belt around my waist.
And I found myself asking a different question:
What does that belt actually represent now?
This chapter became a reflection on rank, responsibility, maturity, efficiency, evolution—and time.
The nine-year-old Peter had something the 65-year-old Peter doesn't have: all those years ahead of him.
The 65-year-old Peter has something that little boy didn't have: 56 years behind him and everything those years have taught me.
That realization hit me.
And once again, I'm grateful I took the time to sit down, research, remember, question, and write this.
Chapter 13 is complete. 🥋
And there is still training to do.