Asian parents are notoriously bad at expressing their feelings in words. I can count the times I’ve heard “I love you” or “I’m proud of you” on one hand (hint: I’m pretty sure it was zero) before I left for college.
It took me a long time to realize that they express their love in different ways, ways that I took for granted growing up.
My parents’ love languages can be described as “quality time” and “food” (not that food is an official love language, but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about).
Sliced fuji apples for an after-school…
To be honest: my work routine during lockdown is more normal now than it was before.
I’ve been lucky to work remotely since the end of 2018—it was always a goal of mine.
I thrive on independence and having the ability to put my head down and work; I understand my energy rhythms and work modalities enough to get things done efficiently on my own time.
I attribute that to accomplishing a lot during the day, but it also meant that my schedule was all over the place.
However, now a stricter schedule is a necessity for me in order…
I am lucky to have kept my full-time job during this time, so Fridays are special for me in that I have the weekend to myself.
And that means that on Friday night, I close all my tabs, exit out of my Slack desktop app, wrap up any projects or outstanding items, and get any thoughts into a Note on my Mac or an actual Post-it note in my planner.
But even then, Fridays can still kind of feel the same. And if you’re not working during this time, they can especially feel just like any other day.
04.29.20 6:16am, just past sunrise in Santa Monica, California
In the middle of the hazy morning mist, my shoes pounding a familiar rhythm against the pavement, I feel free.
I pull the headphones out of my ears. The fast-paced hip hop feels wrong in the quiet near-solitude of the early morning. The sunrise is hidden by the clouds, but I feel like the day has dawned with new possibilities.
I want to hear myself think this time. To hear the sounds of the city waking up.
The thing about rolling right out of bed and putting your running shoes on…
I’m a happy introvert, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely.
In fact, loneliness hits me suddenly, like when a wave smacks you in the back while you have your back turned away from the ocean.
Like when your friends are all hanging out without you because you’re the only one who couldn’t make it.
Or when you see your ex’s Instagram story and you’re rudely reminded of the fact that they exist.
Or when you’re feeling like an absolute piece of shit and you just want your mom, but she’s miles and miles away and can’t give you…
Age is a tricky thing.
I’ve written a lot about birthdays — how I felt like each one marked another year where I didn’t accomplish as much as I wanted to; how each year made me less impressive in the eyes of society, that my accomplishments would no longer shine in the light of, “Wow, you’re so young!”
Since I was fifteen, I’ve felt like I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Sometimes I wondered how exactly I got so burdened.
Was it the heaviness of expectations from my family (and more importantly, myself)?
Was it my…
Hemingway traipsed through Europe and came up with his (arguably) most notable works — The Sun Also Rises, A Moveable Feast, A Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls.
An entire generation of writers (suitably dubbed “The Lost Generation”) left the United States to make their home in Paris, gifting us with works from Fitzgerald and E.E. Cummings.
They’re just examples of times long past. …
If you get great satisfaction from checking boxes, your to-do list may look something like this: full of tasks that you’re going to complete anyway, so you can get the feeling of completing something.
Unfortunately, that leaves the more important tasks that you actually need to accomplish or the ones that you are difficult to tackle lost in this plethora of other things to do.
It also makes for endless to-do lists… which creates the feeling of running on a hamster wheel, fighting against time to get everything done.
Here’s a secret: Your to-list…
I have always valued freedom — being cooped up in an office for 8 hours a day was one of the things I hated when I was a student working full-time internships. I missed being able to workout in the middle of the day, missed being able to take leisurely walks if I wanted to, missed being able to literally just leave somewhere.
That’s why I knew that remote working was what I wanted to do in the long run, but I still spent a lot of time at a desk. Working a desk job.
There is absolutely nothing wrong…
you know that book made into Netflix rom com To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before? the one where Lara Condor writes letters to her crushes and her little sister actually mails them out because she thinks her older sister needs to get a BF/life? (also subsequently propelled Noah Centineo to fame as the “King of Netflix RomComs” — thanks, Dana, for dubbing him this).
well, I used to do that same thing. …