Happy Global Day of Parents! According to the UN, June 1st, is to celebrate all you lovely parents out there! And in honor of my lovely parents I thought I’d write something a little special. Mother’s Day was a busy family mess with shitty weather, and I won’t be around for Father’s Day, so it needs to be said.
The last few days have been a little rough on me. Not that anything substantial has happened in my life to make it that way, it’s just a bunch of moments of sadness and frustration with myself that have overwhelmed me a little here and a little there.
I’ve long believed that the people we meet, we meet for a reason. I especially feel this more since I live in a city at the moment. Why are we only friends with certain people? Why are we not crossing paths with all those who pass by us on a daily basis? Why doesn’t everyone in the world know everyone? Granted I think most of us couldn’t keep 7 billion names straight if we tried, but it is something to…
The last few months I’ve been really looking inwards and asking myself some of the harder questions in life. Not just on a superficial level, but on a level I know I need to ask myself, why do I do this? Why am I okay with this? What needs to change? What is this teaching me?
I’m not a person with super lofty dreams. I’m not a planner which when you want things doesn’t help them appear in your life. The last 6 years of my life have been more of a rough patch than I would like to admit. I’ve grown a lot as a person and I felt that it was important to finally give praise to myself for the world to know I’m also facing my demon: the envy monster.
About a month or so ago I had an “intervention” of sorts. I met a friend of a friend, who has now become my friend. And she intervened in my life, by talking to me about myself. In many ways it came out casually as talking about other things and then it came to the point of talking about what is going on with me and with my life. The conversation made me very uncomfortable.
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.
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.
Let 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…
When 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 coffee.