Getting a black belt is an odd thing. You spend years training; sweating, bleeding, pulling muscles, getting bruises and blisters, being disappointed in your technique, being slightly happier with your technique, being disappointed in your technique again, washing uniforms in special laundry loads, and buying ice packs, ibuprofen and sports tape by the truck load. But no one is ever impressed with what leads up to a black belt. They just hear you are a yellow belt, or a blue belt or red-black belt and say, "Oh, that's nice...when are you getting your black belt?"
I understand that
All that being said, what do you mean, "When am I getting my black belt?" It's not the belt that matters! Ok, yes, the belt is sweet, it has certain bragging rights because there is a expectation of coolness that comes with it, it's a reminder of how hard you worked to get it, but the belt itself does not give you super powers.
You know what getting a black belt means? More training. Why? Because you are never going to be perfect. Never. No matter how many years you train, buckets of sweat you drip or black belt degrees you have. You. Will. Never. Be. Perfect. That doesn't mean you won't get better or that you shouldn't try. It's the striving for perfection that pushes us.
Anyone who is training for the right reasons isn't training for a belt color. You could just as easily show up for class in yoga pants and a tank top and the training is just as valid if your mind is in the right place.
As my Hapkido Master says, "You will never be perfect...and that should be freeing!"