Missing practice has a pain like no other: a constant nagging that something is wrong in those hours not on the mat; that some gem never to be repeated is at this moment passing me by, never to be known or explored, whether the most fleeting taste or lasting insight. It was there. And I wasn’t.
Ah well, there’s next time. And a different moment.
“… This is not the only place such an opportunity has been
but it was one place
And you weren’t here.”
from Did I Miss Anything by Tom Wayman