A dream becomes a goal when action is taken towards its achievement. – Bo Bennett
In books and movies, when the main character finally gets where they want to go, or starts the journey towards their destination, it is always depicted as this life-affirming, critical moment. One that impacts them and they deeply feel. It is almost religious in its experience and they always come out the other side somehow changed and with a better idea of who they are as people.
Real life isn’t like that.
This week I undertook my assessments for the wrestling school I want to attend. I got to step into a wrestling ring for the first time in my life and start to build my foundation by learning the basics. I expected the moment when I arrived and set foot in the ring to feel the way it feels for the heroes of movies to start achieving their dreams.
There was no epiphany, no music or lights, no epic, life-changing realisation that I was where I was meant to be.
It was simpler than that. It just felt right.
It wasn’t a big deal in the way that achieving a minor goal is apparently supposed to feel, but maybe that is a good thing. Maybe it shouldn’t be a huge deal. Maybe it should feel like a natural progression to start achieving your dreams. If wrestling is what I am meant to be doing with my life then shouldn’t it just feel as though I’m doing what I am supposed to be doing? Not life-changing, but normal?
That’s the way it felt, anyway. It felt like I already knew the ring, my feet didn’t falter as I walked its length. My hands knew how to touch the ropes. It didn’t take me long to find my rhythm running the ropes, how to leap across the ring in four bounds to reach the other side – it was a bit different once my trainer introduced rolls, that didn’t come so easily, but the actual aspect of running the ropes felt as right as stepping into the ring did.
Rolls, break falls, locking up – I was taught all of the basics and even though, obviously, they aren’t perfect yet, none of it felt strange to be doing. Throwing my body around the ring, learning these basic aspects of wrestling, felt as natural and easy as the first day I started learning how to lift at the gym. My body was meant to do these things.
I undertook the assessments on back to back nights so my body feels incredibly sore and beat up today but on the way home from each night I just kept thinking ‘I want to do this every day until my body is physically incapable of doing it anymore’. Over 26 hours of time, I went from somebody with only a theoretical understanding of what professional wrestling entails, to somebody who is now able to passably execute the basic rolls and falls required of every pro wrestler.
And it was all worth it because I passed those assessments. I learnt the skills well enough that they offered me a place at the academy and I will be starting my training as soon as I can relocate from Canberra to Melbourne.
I will begin my training.
I will. Begin. My training.
I cannot express how giddy with excitement that makes me. It is the first step on my long journey, the one where I end up in that ring at Wrestlemania one day. I worked hard to get this far, from here on out I will work twice as hard. Every. Single. Day.
Not everybody receives the opportunity to achieve their dreams and this is my opportunity to make them happen. I plan to make the most of it, I won’t waste this precious, precious opportunity.
I am sure that this is where I’m meant to be going. I can’t wait to see where this path takes me next.