There is probably one word that divides us more than other words when
it is mentioned. Not everyone likes to talk about it, wants to admit
it, or maybe they don’t even think it exists. But to say it doesn’t
exist and it can’t be talked about is like wiping your hands clean of
something you know you can make a difference in. It’s knowing that if
you thought really hard about it, it is a part of your daily life,
whether you want to admit it or not. So let’s talk a little about that
In September, I slacked a lot on my progress to learn Tibetan. This
month I set out with a goal to be able to read somewhat. That means I
don’t have to be perfect, but I should have an idea without feeling too
overwhelmed. I haven’t studied the first chapter in my book thoroughly,
because I was a bit lazy with it.
me start by saying, I’m not huge. I am a bit chubby, and if I had to
take a BMI test it would say I am just over the line for the obese
category. I’ve had an obsession with my weight equating to acceptance
and love since I was in middle school. At the time all of my friends
were smaller than I was and though we all suffered from the media’s
perception of beauty it was twice as hard to watch my smaller friends
find faults in themselves as it seemed those faults would be worse in
someone who is bigger.
Toxicity. The word reminds me of the type of poison that slowly seeps
through my body to kill me. I’m not a fan of toxic things, as I like to
do my part to be greener. However, one area of my life where I fail
with toxicity is in human relationships.
The month of October brought with it the Mocha Diaries. It is
now November and the Mocha Diaries are still going strong. I’ve written a
bit about questions I have for myself and how I came to give those
questions power in my life. They most definitely have influenced me, and
yet, from analyzing those questions I have begun one of the most
important processes of my life: practicing self-care.
With my 31st birthday fast approaching I thought I’d give
myself a little list of 30 facts about me. I’m sure I could write a
bunch of other things, but I figure this is good enough. And most of all
some are good for a laugh.
I lived in the states my favorite way to drink my coffee was with
half& half and sugar. What a lovely fattening way to enjoy a cup of
joe. Since moving to Korea, I’ve given up the sugar and half
&half(I’ve never seen it here) and now just enjoy a cup of black