Recently I’ve realized I’ve put some weight back on. I wasn’t too thrilled about it, but I accepted it. I’ve also come to realize that I need to actually see what I am doing to reverse my success. Last year I lost 40 lbs between (July 2017 – May 2018) But during that timeframe I actually plateaued for several months. Read More
Question 1: How do you feel the expat life affects you as an independent, feminist woman looking for a husband in Confucian cultural settings? Has moving around complicated your search? What relationships worked and why?
I will answer this to the best of my ability. I’ll start with the second question as I believe moving around did complicate my search to meet someone. When you move around a lot it can be harder to meet someone than if you stay in the same spot. However, I don’t think that is impossible. I was single for almost six years, a year and a half in the USA, (8 months and 7 months), 4 years in Korea, and 4 months in China. It went USA, Korea, USA, China.Read More
I’ve always made resolutions for myself, however I normally just keep them in my head. Over the last few years though I have begun writing them down as a way for me to visualize what I want to accomplish for the year. Last year a friend of mine invited me to be in a private resolution group and I decided to accept the invitation as a way of staying committed to myself and my goals. As it turns out, I didn’t reach the projected 70% achievement I was aiming for…more like 35 ~ 40% overall. I learned a lot from tracking based on which goals became less important throughout the year and which ones gained importance. These factors played into the overall success of my resolutions and it left me feeling positive going into 2019.Read More
Coming to terms with my fears has always been a bitter pill to swallow for me. When faced with news I am much better than before. Genuinely excited for others, wishing them the best, and hoping everyone is healthy. I’m proud of how far I have come on this bitter pill of mine, but it still lingers. Read More
I never thought about this when I was younger, but as I have gotten older I now realize each year has a lesson. At first, I didn’t think much about it, but after reflecting on it the other day I realized, that it was an interesting observation.
My friend, Veronika, and I had this conversation around the start of the year about what this year’s lesson was for her. We decided that maybe this year was about patience. Last year was about letting go. If you ask me, letting go and patience are good friends. Interestingly enough those same lessons are also mine.Read More
I’m actually about 7 days late as I originally registered my blog on January 1st, but my first post wasn’t until January 8th. So, somehow I have actually made a congratulatory post to myself for keeping this up after six years on the same day. Go me!Read More
To me working on self-love or loving myself has been an ongoing process for many many years. In fact it is still a work in progress which I am better at navigating as I am getting gracefully older or not, haha. A part of self-love is giving yourself self-care, especially in practices and routines that make you feel grounded in life. This year I have not put much effort into my self-care routine as I would have hoped for, so I think for my 33rd year on this beautiful planet I’d like to invest a little more time into that. Hopefully it will further the self-love I have been developing over these past few years. Read More
To my teenage self;
I wish I had written a letter to myself when I was a teenager, especially during my high school years.I was never one of the cool kids, or the popular kids, whatever you want to call them. I feel like I floated by in my own way, I had a friend circle and I had other friends I was close to that weren’t part of that circle, who I became closer with during those years. Read More
The other day someone messaged me asking if I was enjoying my ‘crazy life’. I replied I was, but something about the wording has stuck with me for the last week. Why is my life crazy?
Would it be crazy if I moved to a big city in the USA? Would it be crazy if I moved across the United States? Would it be crazy if I moved to another English-speaking country? Is it only crazy, because I am living in a foreign country that doesn’t speak English?
My relationship has been going through some ‘growing pains’. The relationship itself is not easy because this is the first time we have lived together for this long, ontop of being with his family.
My Tibetan is improving, but it is improving slowly and so we have some misunderstandings and frustrations with each other. Sometimes it is a cultural misunderstanding and other times it is born out of an eye roll and mumbling under my breath.