We all need to make them if we want to achieve something.
A few years ago I went through the process of becoming a Queen’s Scout. Early in this process I had the opportunity to go away on a training course which ran infrequently. There was also a party on that weekend and, needless to say, I chose to go to the party.
Which led to me spending an unpleasant night under a coat on a cold floor and doing the training course in a rush at much later and more inconvenient date. I might have had a great time at the party; nevertheless given the choice again I would choose the course.
Sacrifices are necessary. Three years ago I chose to sacrifice my Tuesday evenings to teach fencing and, in a week, I sponsor the first of my students to attempt a prize in the guild of Defence.
Having chosen to teach has forced me to examine my fencing and fencing systems in depth. Which has improved my fencing and my enjoyment of fencing as an intellectual exercise; in ways that I don’t think would be possible without teaching.
Making a sacrifice isn’t fun. I don’t spring off the couch at 5:30 pm every Tuesday, make dinner and drive to Rapier training with a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I hate it. I drag myself off the couch and away from my laptop; force myself to eat something; pack the car; and drive to training wearing a frown.
On a good night, when I’ve taught something new and my students have understood it, I smile on the way home.
Sacrifices are worth it. If you know what you want and you know what you can sacrifice to get it. For sword fighting mastery that means committing to training regularly and committing to mastering your training.