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The Art of the Ninja


When one is a creep magnet, it is probably a good idea to know how to kick a creep’s ass (or at least how to make a quick getaway) should the occasion ever arise. Odds are that simply having the knowledge will help to de-magnetize one from creeps and will never actually have to use such knowledge, but still… a golden goddess can never be too careful, right?

Besides, what could be more Kikita than becoming a ninja?

Luckily, my friend, The Ninja, was willing to spend an hour with me and show me the basics.

First we spent about 30 minutes watching YouTube videos so that I could take a deeper look into the world I was about to step into.

I was amazed.
And super excited.

My friend, The Ninja: If you really decide to take this seriously and go for it, look at where you can go.

Where we went was to a nearby park.

And I learned the basics.

My friend, The Ninja, seemed a little surprised that I was such a willing student.

My friend, The Ninja: I could teach you how to roll, but most people learn that on a mat first.
Me: Oh? Not on slightly damp, leafy, uneven ground covered in twigs and rocks?
My friend, The Ninja: Exactly. So if you would rather skip that…
Me: Hell no! I am learning how to roll.
My friend, The Ninja: I like your attitude.

So I learned how to roll like a ninja.

Of course I got bruised.

And covered in leaves.

It was glorious.

Maybe it sounds a little cliché… (ok, maybe it sounds REALLY cliché), but I felt like I “got it.”

There’s so much more to it than just learning moves.

It’s about balance.
Physical Balance.
Emotional Balance.
And, yes, Spiritual Balance.

I felt so lucky to be a student of this ancient art form out at a park… it almost felt like I was more centered and grounded because of it.

As we were leaving the park and I was processing what I had just been through, an old man walked up to us and asked if we had been practicing yoga. He was holding yellow prayer beads and had an accent that I couldn’t place until he said, “There is an old French proverb … Vie des jeunes sur l’espoir, la vieillesse sur le souvenir… Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance. Enjoy being able to move as well as you do now because I can’t move the way I used to.

Oh, I am, sir.

But, considering it was a FRENCH man with YELLOW beads… the magic was almost too much for me.

It was like God was saying: You are EXACTLY where you’re supposed to be.

French or Italian?


No, not food.

Yes, I love both kinds of food, but I am currently thinking about languages.

I have a list of languages I want to know “one day when I grow up.” I forced myself to stop after 10, but I could easily get up to 20.

Here they are, in no particular order:

  • English – done
  • Spanish – done
  • French
  • Italian
  • Swahili
  • Portugese
  • German
  • Russian
  • Arabic
  • Hebrew

This list is always in my head. (So are the lists of “things I want to do” and “things I want to learn”, but those are lists for a different day.)

As it is with most of the magic that happens in my life lately, Living Social sent me an email.

Considering that for most Language Courses you’re going to spend AT LEAST $100, but likely more in the neighborhood of $200, this really is an amazing deal. Granted, I have no idea how good the course is, but for $25 there’s not much I could lose. So I’ve decided to just go for it. But what language to learn first? French? Italian?

I posed the question of French or Italian to my friends on Facebook and received an almost unanimous response in favor of Italian. For some reason, though. I was not pleased with that response. Que boberría! What is the point of asking people if I am only going to shirk their responses? Then again, if the goal of asking was to help me determine what I wanted to learn first, then I suppose their opinions are less relevant than my ultimate decision, right? Because, in the end, this is about me.

Come to think of it… considering my theme song for the year, I guess it would stand to reason that I learn French first, no?
No WONDER I am leaning towards French!

Besides, I get the feeling that Italian will be a breeze to learn since it is so close to Spanish. Meaning, I can save it for later.

Ok, it’s decided French… I think.