Tomorrow. The next day. The day after that. Since I did my first English project in eighth grade--the one where you have research several books and present the findings in front of class, as well as, turn in a "report". My teacher was named Mrs. Couch. She was blown away. She had no idea of the depth and breadth of the sport of archery. That was in 1971. After I explained in diagram, how the recurve limb worked as opposed to the longbow, it was evident that this is who I was and not something I did for a hobby. SO, if this is who/what I am, it stands to reason that I will be so tomorrow, the next day, the day after...just a little more grey, a few more lines and a bit wiser.
I have rubbed shoulders with some of the greatest men to ever draw an arrow. I hope yet to do more. I am where I want to be and no where close to what I need to be. If archery were about comparing my group to someone else's, I would simply cease the operation. I take archery seriously and do not take myself seriously at all. I tweak something here and there all the time. Growth!
I remember when Jim Brackenbury died. They broke an arrow and placed the fore end with him to guide him in the right direction and gave the the fletched end to his family to signify where he had been. Unlike the arrow that ultimately slows down and stops, the man that released it never has to do that. Thankfully, I never have to settle for the bowman I am today, Maturity will make me different tomorrow. I await that with great anticipation.