The Journey

During my year away at college in Tennessee, I decided to study the martial art Tae Kwon Do. Keep in mind this was 2001. Less than a year out of high school, this was my second college already. However, my time spent there (only one academic year) was revolutionary. Only until I had become a husband, did I learn more about myself in a single year. I digress...
I started a journey with my study of Taekwondo in a little martial arts school in Greenville, Tennessee. I remember all the faces, though the names have indeed faded away. I made a promise that year, too; one that would be reminiscent of Luke Skywalker to Yoda when he promises to return and finish the training in order to become a Jedi. I promised my Korean instructor that I would earn my black belt. An opportunity had presented itself. The memory of a pivotal decision I made that year will be etched in my mind forever.
"the journey of 1000 miles begins with the first step."
This is the lesson that corresponds with my memory and with my decision. My instructor offered me the opportunity to travel to Korea and study in the birthplace of Taekwondo...
"No." Even though I didn't say it immediately, it came soon enough. This decision will probably haunt me the rest of my life, because I will always ask myself, "what if I..."
At this crossroad in my life, I did not truly understand the weight of my decision. Though my regrets are very few, I believe this one is a thorn in my side.  If only I had taken the first step.