Time to bare my soul to you, dear reader.
I’d hate to disappoint you so let’s dive in!
I’m many things, but my writing tugs at the more elemental qualities of my life. Things like the shaping of my identity, discoveries I’ve made about mental health, finding a surprising amount of strength in adversary, and reflecting on the more formative experiences in my life.
Let me explain.
We hadn’t been in the air for more than an hour when my son started throwing up into the airsick bag. Wiping his chin and signaling to my husband to get me the change of clothes, I took a quick peek at the flight timer. 13.5 hours to go.
Not everyone’s had the experience of a long-haul flight with a sick child. But we’ve all endured difficult moments that we couldn’t change or “fix.”
Don’t misunderstand me. I was livid with the staff aboard that flight who’d served us the wrong meals and who’d then proceeded to tell us we…
I had a favorite sweater growing up. I wore it with everything. It didn’t matter if it matched my outfit or smelled like too little deodorant. We were inseparable.
One day I went to pull it on and discovered the shoulders were a bit too tight. The sleeves revealed my wrists, and the zipper no longer connected comfortably. For a while, I ignored the signs that I’d outgrown it.
Then one day, we reached the point of no return and I had to say my goodbyes. It hung in my closet for weeks, maybe even months. I couldn’t let it…
Perhaps a cruel cosmic joke, it tends to be that we must learn our lessons by going through the difficulties that well-intentioned advice is trying to help us avoid. Once we’re out the other side, the truth of these statements comes clear.
It was a new job in a new country. As a first time teacher, I was overwhelmed by the many hats I had to wear throughout the day. Seeking comfort, I stepped into the school psychologists’ office and asked for help.
Having only been out of teachers college for a few months, I was incensed by this statement…
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We cause ourselves great pain when the reality we desire differs from the reality we have. The greater the chasm, the greater the pain. It’s not until we can reconcile these two story lines that we can begin experiencing more inner peace.
We’ve been conditioned to believe that action is the only way to get what we want. When in fact, the truth is quite the opposite. Acceptance releases our resistance so that we may close the gap between what we desire and what we have.
Contentment, happiness, joy, inner peace. Whatever you call it…
… and waiting, and waiting, and waiting.
She’d sat there waiting for something to happen for over an hour. The blank screen quivered under the yellow light. Falling forward, her head hit the keyboard, making a line of b’s buzz across the page.
Bee’s, she thought. Could I write about bee’s? She lifted her head, momentarily inspired, only to rest her chin in her hand when she remembered she didn’t really know anything about bees.
Attempting a first line, she pecked out a catchy sentence, ‘It wasn’t the first time this had happened to her.’ …
Like aversion therapy, I tried facing my demons. But the more I extended myself, the more jaded and bitter I became. Still, I worked at my “therapy” with gusto, hoping for a breakthrough.
Throughout “therapy” I still craved solitude like it was a drug. I hated that part of me and would set up a party, after a gathering, after a lunch date, after a night of dancing, in a desperate effort to drown out my need for solitude.
It was my biggest character flaw and I wanted to create as much space away from it as possible. …
I’ve been writing on Medium for just under three months now, and there’s so much to learn! I’ve read article after article about writing tips, money-earning tips, finding my followers tips, networking tips, and Medium-specific tips. There’s just one problem:
As a newbie, it can be a little overwhelming! Information overload is a real thing people. I give myself a headache almost every day, consuming what I can with regards to writing and the Medium platform specifically. Afterwards, I feel pulled in a million directions, but with no ability to prioritize.
I’m open to all sage (and silly) advice you’re…
There’s no sidestepping painful, arduous or boring steps along the road to our dreams. Instead of seeking a magic portal, we need to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Easier said than done, there is a magic elixir that can make the journey a success no matter what.
You may think it’s a growth mindset. Our ability to perceive a situation in the grey allows us the flexibility to adapt to any situation. But this alone won’t get you guaranteed success.
Maybe you think it’s patience. We can all be in such a hurry to get to…
“Actually, I was adopted,” I explained. The lady’s face contorted as the information hit her brain.
“Oh, so you’re not a real Asian.” She dismisses me with a wave of her hand and headed down the aisle in the opposite direction.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been omitted from an entire continent’s population. Despite my outward appearance being glaringly Asian, I’m not Asian. But I’m not really American either.
Unlike the experience of having parents from two different cultures, I grew up with one foot planted squarely in my adoptive parent’s cultures, while my other foot floated through space…