On Dealing with Conflict

In my therapy session today I was telling my therapist how I often minimize my issues because I don’t want to rock the boat in my relationships. But then his rebuttal was that I “jump off of the boat” instead… Yikes. I definitely see where he is coming from. If I feel overwhelmed or scared or like my needs are not being met, I don’t tell anybody until I feel like I’ll explode and then I stop trying. It’s not a healthy way of coping and I know that. I have a tendency to put all of my emotions on the back burner and this has not served me well. Logically, I know that it is important to communicate with others about my long-term desires and dreams and aspirations. How else will people know how to support me? But emotionally, I am scared of losing people. And I want so desperately to stay in their lives that I’m willing to compromise on my own needs. Until I can’t anymore. And then I think that I’m better off alone and that nobody will want me and that I’m useless. I speak down to myself so often and I know that this is ultimately the root cause of my insecurities and why there has been a disconnect between the life I want to live and the life I believe I can live. I don’t trust myself enough to reach my dream life. But I want to. So I’ll keep building up my skills and working on communicating with people. I’ll spend more time with myself and talk to my friends about how I’m feeling. I’ll enjoy the little day-to-day moments of painting with friends or sitting by my sister. Everyone deserves to feel like their life matters. That includes me. I deserve the same love and self-compassion that I know others do. It’s just going to take a while to get there.

My internship with the Asian American advocacy organization is going well. I really like the team and it doesn’t feel too overwhelming. I’m mostly working with press/Congressional outreach and drafting social media posts. Sometimes I’ll do research on pertinent immigration issues. I have so many fears about money and living a stable life, but there really is no guarantee that I’ll have a stable life wherever I go with whatever job I have. I want to at least be doing something I believe in. Guess that’s the INFP in me. (I know the test is flawed, but I can’t help but resonate with my result). I imagine a future where I live close to or with friends. Where I can laugh at work and work on issues that matter. Where I can interact with people I love on a daily basis and keep in touch easily with those who help me grow. So much of how I have defined myself or seen my future has depended on a partner. And that’s okay, too. But I want to be happy with myself and my own passions, which is a feeling I haven’t experienced yet. Maybe I’m romanticizing being alone. But who else will? Being angry or dissatisfied didn’t serve me. Let me try gratefulness. I always feel better after therapy, even if it didn’t go exactly as planned. I need to dedicate more time for myself to reflect. Here is my commitment to that in writing, I suppose.

Hitting Rock Bottom

I think there are moments of growth when you hit a lowest low. But it’s never easy or fun and sometimes I can’t see the opportunities in front of me or appreciate all of the amazing things in my life. I have so many beautiful friends and I have food and shelter and the opportunity to find work. I have people who love me and I have the opportunity to love abundantly.

I’m working with local Asian American organizations and meeting new people. It feels overwhelming and scary. I’m interviewing for other full-time positions still, but for now I’m an Immigration Justice intern with a Korean/Asian American organization based in Chicago and DC. Sometimes I stay awake at night and wonder if I made the right decision. But I know that everyone leads their life one step at a time the best they can. And it’s okay to miss people. It’s okay to miss places. And know that there is no right way to live. I have to make peace with my decisions and do what is best for me.

I know that I developed really maladaptive coping habits. I’m trying to reframe my emotions as “I feel depressed/sad/anxious” rather than “I am depressed/sad/anxious.” I don’t check in with myself often enough and I often isolate myself from telling others how I feel. This only leads to heartbreak for both sides. I didn’t even tell my therapist how bad it had gotten when I was at my lowest points. I was ashamed. I wanted my therapist to like me, too, so I hid parts of myself. I know that this isn’t the way to live fully or feel supported. I keep seeing videos pop up about anxious-avoidant attachment styles and I wish that I wasn’t like this. But knowing I am and doing something to work on myself is important. I can’t hate myself. I have spent so much of my life hating myself and that hasn’t gotten me anywhere where I feel better.

I’m scared of change. And scared of not changing. I want to make a difference in the world, but feel so much anxiety thinking about the responsibility. Before I switched medications, I was oversleeping. I wouldn’t want to get out of bed. I lost a lot of weight. Now that I have more things to do, I sleep fitfully. Anxious to always do something, anxious if I mess up. It’s okay to feel anxious. I know that I’m doing my best. I don’t need to earn money like a millionaire. I just want to live happily and be with friends and eat out once in a while.

Doing work in equity spaces does get heavy, though. You’re constantly confronted with the injustices of the world and have to think about how to help others. How do I help myself? How do I handle these emotions? The world isn’t a bad place. I don’t want to believe it. But I know that capitalism and racism and systems of oppression make it so much harder for some than others. And I know that people are working for better. I know that I can find joy in the small things. And I want to. I want to romanticize my life. I want to be happy cooking and hanging out with my sister. I want to laugh with coworkers and feel secure in myself. I will. I’m learning.

Here are some things that have been keeping my spirits up lately:

  • Bonding time with Kelsey, not arguing as much, dreaming about where we’ll be
  • Doing yoga/work outs with friends ❤ We’ve been doing a 3 week challenge and seeing each other online every day makes me really happy. So does yoga and being more intentional with my body
  • Meeting new people at my internship. They’re all pretty young and so intelligent and passionate! I get discouraged sometimes, but I love their passion
  • Watching WandaVision with my friend
  • Getting more grounded in where I am… This is hard. I have moved around so often that I cling to people to help me feel safe somewhere. I want to be able to self-soothe and enjoy my life and purpose. I don’t dream of a dream job. I don’t dream of labor. But I dream of stability and love and people who are constants in my life. Writing this down makes me feel very grateful.

My Mom’s Journey

This is a barebones retelling of my mom and grandmother’s journey. I’m having an existential crisis and have been feeling a lot of anxiety. I am struggling to take care of myself and as I’m applying for jobs, I am hoping that I find something that sparks joy in me. I like writing and creating and interacting with people. But I am so so so scared of change and this does makes me feel so helpless. But learned helplessness doesn’t benefit me in any way and I know I need to keep going.

I still hear my blood rushing in my ears all of the time. I didn’t realize the side-effects of my medication would be so bad again. Shaking, more sweating, vivid dreams, headaches……. But I also need to take better care of myself and know that it’s okay to be struggling. I realize that I only reach out for help when I can’t take it anymore and this leads to breaking down relationships and leads to more stress for me. I feel like I have to have it all together and feel so ashamed when I don’t. Anyways, here is an imperfect account. I just wanted to get this out there. I’ll go back and edit it later, but this has been in my drafts for too long. I feel so overwhelmed.

My great-grandmother immigrated from Hamburg, Germany in 1909. She landed in December in NY. When she was on the boat to the US, she met an older man and somehow he convinced her to come work for him on his farm in Nebraska. She married his son the next February and almost exactly nine months later, she had her first child in 1910. My grandma was raised with seven other siblings, although one of her siblings died when they were still a toddler. They all were raised in Nebraska. Somewhere along the line, my grandmother moved to the West Coast after high school.

My grandma didn’t like to talk about her past much, so a lot of what my mom told me is choppy. She was born in 1917 and married my grandfather (who was from Idaho) in 1941. Many of her siblings also ended up on the West Coast. She was a waitress for all of her life. Her husband was an alcoholic and abusive. When she was 36, she adopted my mom and eventually divorced her husband in 1969. He later died in 1976.

My mom was adopted in Washington state by my grandmother when she was only 5 weeks old. She was born prematurely and was only 3 pounds. Once she was 5 pounds, my grandmother took her home. All of her life, she grew up in the same house.

She graduated high school a year early. She went to Bible school in a city, but after a year she realized that she had to go back to high school and finish up 1 credit. She took a needlecraft course and because they didn’t have enough students for what was supposed to be a 2 hour daily class, they dropped it to a 1.5 hour a day for six weeks during the summer. She went back to Bible school. but dropped out after five quarters. She only had one more quarter before she could have graduated, but decided that she wasn’t taking advantage of the opportunity to justify what she was paying.

After she came home from Bible school she got a job at an insurance company in 1973. She saved up money and was able to buy a car. She filed cards, stuffed envelopes, worked in HR and was a receptionist while she was there.

In May of 1975, she visited her old Bible school roommate for a week in Moorhead, Minnesota. However, the friend’s roommate suddenly decided that she wasn’t going to renew her lease for the next year. From May to August, my mom worked at the insurance company and then decided to go back and live with her old friend. She stayed in MN for less than a year working in the library while her friend was finishing up the semester. In March of 1976, her dad died. She flew home for the funeral and stayed another month in MN before coming back home.

In May of 1976, she got a job at a Bible Bookstore for the summer. She was offered a fulltime position, but she declined and went to a school in Seattle to become a teacher. Her major was English and she became certified to teach K-12. While she was there, she worked at the registrar’s during the schoolyear and summers. That’s where she first became interested in computers. Once my mom went to college, her room and board were more than grandma’s yearly salary. She relied on grants, scholarships and loans. Because she was

She graduated in 3 years, in the June of 1979. When my mom was teaching, my grandmother retired in the 1980s. She stayed at the college to work and then moved back home in the fall. She got a teaching job that Fall. She was offered a position on Friday and had to show up the next Tuesday. Her original commitment was changed over the weekend because another teacher had quit. She had to teach Sophomore fundamental English and Junior English and then yearbook.

The second year she taught she moved out during Spring break. In 1989, after 10 years she decided she couldn’t handle teaching anymore. It was too stressful and she couldn’t figure out the right work-life balance. This is when she started working as a temp for an accounting and an engineering firm doing word processing. She saw how long it took to create documents manually and created a template that automated Word Perfect files. She learned to program and got better at Excel and Office applications. The engineering company hired her after a year and she worked in IT.

By 1992, she had been trying to get her own business started. She told them that she had enough outside clients that she couldn’t keep working with them anymore. She was a freelance Word and Excel programmer.

I was adopted in 2000. Kelsey was adopted in 2001. In 2004, the engineering company hired her back again fulltime. Once my grandma’s partner died in 2004, my grandma moved in with us right before I started Kindergarten. In 2006 we moved to a new city and my mom put a payment down on a house. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2008 and went through a double mastectomy. She went back to work after 6 weeks, but then when the recession hit she was laid off in November of 2009.

She went back to school at a technical college in spring, after she spent months looking for jobs and going to the unemployment office. We were living on unemployment and the government was offering tuition remission because she was learning a new skill. She got a degree in .net programming. During this time we lost our house in 2013. We stayed in a rental.

She got a job working for another company for a few years. She commuted for over an hour from our old city, but then in August of 2013 we moved to our current city.

In the summer of 2016, when she was 62, she did a DNA test and found her biological family. There was a lot of drama here and she is still learning more about her bio family. I’ll write about this later.

On Changing Directions

I always think of the “what ifs” and this stops me from living in the moment and trying to enjoy what I have. I think of the worst possible scenarios and this fear has me spiral into despair. I thought that maybe if I relocated or changed or stopped taking my medication or just got “stronger” I would be okay. But the thought of going for an extended period of time without access to the mental health resources I’ve had… What would I have done if I really was in a crisis? I wanted so desperately to escape and feel better that I stopped taking care of myself in the moment. I thought it would be better somewhere else. With someone else. Where I could start again. But that’s not fair to them and I realized how utterly selfish I really was.

I live with so much fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of failure. Fear of not belonging. Fear of not having people to rely on. And I know that I should be self-reliant. But I always look to others to validate me. I realize that this won’t change overnight, but I know that I need to do better and I can’t burden people with taking care of my ego and mental health all of the time.

The idea of going to Asia as part of the diaspora is so romanticized. And it is important to be connected to your roots and learn more about how other people live. The US is sometimes all people know. But I got stuck in a cycle of comparison and feeling disconnected. I got stuck trying to make people and places tell me that I belonged. My original goal was to go to China and I ended up in Korea and met amazing people and had amazing experiences. I have so much guilt for it though. I kept telling myself that I don’t belong there like other people do and I shouldn’t try. The Korean adoptees have so much to learn and connect with there. I didn’t and it made me jealous and heartsick and I looked to other ways to make me feel better. I met other friends and kept denying that being there made me so insecure. I kept reading about how TEFL teachers aren’t taken seriously and how it isn’t a long-term career. I got scared and anxious. It is so easy for me to go along with how other people judge me because I don’t really have a direction. I want to feel loved and important and like my life has meaning. But this means my sense of self is so fragile. I am at a breaking point. I need to take care of myself but I hate disappointing people and it feels like that is all I do.

Being back on my medication is hard. I forgot about the side-effects. I shake a lot. My hands tremor. I feel like my heartbeat is up in my ears. I can’t sleep well. Sometimes my chest hurts. But I also know that it’ll stabilize in a few weeks. My mom and sister have told me that I have been more on edge and more irritable over the past few months. I just didn’t want to believe them. I wanted to feel like I had a say in where I went and how my emotions were. I didn’t tell anybody what I was going through. I was ashamed to think that my brain has a chemical imbalance that I can’t control. Isn’t that stupid? Why in the world would anybody let me live like this? Why has my body evolved to be the weakest link? Chronic depression/anxiety is something that doesn’t go away.

I let a lot of people down. I let myself down too. I’ll keep trying to do better. I hurt people and it doesn’t matter that I didn’t mean to end up like this. I’m sorry. I feel too ashamed to reach out to the people who expected me to come. I didn’t want to talk about it with anyone and it blew up in my face. I hope I can stay in contact with the people I met and love no matter where they are. But sometimes it’s too late and it hurts and I can’t choose who will want that. But I hope the best for us.

What are my life goals?

I can’t sleep at night! I wake up every few hours unsure of what to do and if moving is really the right decision for me. I’ve talked to my mom and a few friends and they all say that it’s okay to not have everything figured out for the next five years. But I desperately want to. I wish I knew for sure where I would be and who my friends would be and what kind of job would fulfill me. But I don’t and that keeps me up. My chest hurts. It feels like there is a sinking weight in the middle of it. Am I pigeonholing myself into teaching?

Some general goals:

  • Find a job that I can at least tolerate and be financially stable in
  • Feel like I’m making a difference or doing something good with my life
  • Live somewhere where I feel like I’m part of a community/family
  • Live somewhere with good public transportation
  • Continue making art in some capacity
  • Continue to grow and learn (in a formal classroom setting or not)
  • Visit China at some point
  • Establish a savings plan for retirement
  • Have an emergency fund
  • Stay physically and mentally healthy
  • Develop a better relationship with my family
  • Learn how to not feel like I’m wasting my time while I’m still unsure of what to do/be nicer to myself

Mindset (TW: Suicide)

I don’t have to have my whole life planned out. Living with someone who is constantly stressed about their future just compounds my own worries. I try to wake up every day and think about the things I can gain rather than the opportunities I’m missing, but I’m not always successful.

I’ve read a lot about adoptees going back to Asia recently and there are a lot of stories about Korean adoptees repatriating. Obviously, that’s not a choice for Chinese adoptees, but I like reading about people’s stories. (Note: there are some stories about Chinese adoptees returning to China, but there just aren’t as many narratives out there because the peak wave of Chinese adoption happened later). I was looking one adoptee’s blog about how he quit his corporate job and started travelling. It was really interesting to see where he’d been. Belize, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Ecuador, Thailand, Korea, Cambodia, China, etc. His list went on and on. His name is Troy and he grew up in Colorado. He worked as a producer, consultant, English teacher, etc. But I noticed there weren’t any recent posts. I assumed he got tired of blogging. But, because I can’t let things go, I looked him up on LinkedIn. Maybe he had changed jobs again. Nothing there. But a Google search showed he had committed suicide a few years ago. Nobody can really know what goes through someone’s head when they decide to do this. But sometimes I worry that maybe one day I’ll end up like this too.

I over-think what my life has to be. And when I put myself in his shoes I wonder if I’ll end up the same way. Trying to travel and find out my “purpose” and getting even more confused. But I also look at stories like NikkiOften and get more hopeful. Nikki returned to Korea after being adopted and worked there through her twenties. She was able to reunite with her birth family and figured out she had nine siblings. She works in California now and makes cartoons about her life. Some are related to adoption and some are just everyday worries or silly thoughts.

Lisa Wool-Rim Sjöblom also makes similar comics. She’s a Korean adoptee who lives in Sweden. She started the #IAmNotaVirus campaign and does a lot of work around adoptee advocacy and writes/illustrates her own books. This started to tumble into a list of adoptees I like to follow, but I’ll just continue.

I also finished a book by Xinran about the One Child Policy and how it affected birth mothers in China. It’s called Messages from an Unknown Chinese Mother and the author records her interviews of women from the late 1990s to mid-2000s. Some of the stories were so brutal. Many women had to kill their babies themselves, have a midwife do it, or abandon them, especially those who were in more rural areas. It wasn’t that they didn’t want a daughter, but rather that they couldn’t keep one. I think being abroad and also reading stories like this makes me realize that adoptees can never really count on “closure”.

Jenna Cook’s story also was really emotional to read about. She tried to find her birth parents and although 50 families tried to reach out, none of them were her biological ones. She now is a Sociology doctoral student at Harvard and does a lot of research about gender, fertility, immigration, and trauma. I don’t see myself staying in higher education, but I really appreciate all the work that other scholars do in areas like this.

One of my problems is that I try to think about all the possible outcomes of something before it even has happened. What if I waste my life at a dead-end job? What if I fail? What if I don’t get the opportunity I applied for? What are my backup options? Am I making the right decision? Is there a right decision? What if I don’t have friends? What if I’m not doing enough? And then I end up making spreadsheets and lists of all the various paths I can take. And sometimes this has worked out well. Applying for scholarships and colleges meant that I needed to have that kind of information. But right now? It’s more stressful than helpful. I don’t even know if I will end up liking TEFL. But I keep looking up graduate programs or fellowships or alternative teaching certificates and I can’t stop myself from snowballing. Would I come back to the states for a few years and get certified and then go abroad again? Should I have just majored in English education like I had planned? But then I wouldn’t have been able to study abroad or take more Asian American Studies courses. But will my friendships and relationships last if I keep moving around?

Maybe I’d like user-interface design? I joined a bunch of online groups and asked questions to people who work in the field. I even went to a few online workshops for it. It’s not like I felt drawn to the job, but wouldn’t it make sense? Or what about getting into a graduate program in Korea? Or what if I want to go back to China? Or what if I do a Fulbright or Peace Corps or graduate degree somewhere else? I spend too much time on LinkedIn or job boards or fellowship websites comparing myself to others. I get frustrated because I want stability, but I also have no idea where to go from here. And I compare myself to my sister even though the work that she is doing is not appealing at all to me. I cannot work in local politics and listening to her meetings just reinforces that. So, here’s to figuring something out this year. Thanks for reading this far. It’s almost 2 am and I just needed to get all of this off of my chest.

2021

It’s the first day of January and here are my goals for the year:

  • Start growing my art account. Set up an Instagram and see if I want to do RedBubble or Etsy later. I’m not sure about Etsy because I won’t be in the US, but I want to see if I could sell my things. But RedBubble takes a lot of the money if I wanted to sell items on there. I guess I’ll have to figure out the cost benefits of both.
    • Look more into how other small art businesses run their platform. Talk to my friends who set up their own art shops/commissions and see what works for them.
    • Research Etsy and marketing tools for at least an hour a day while I’m waiting for my Visa.
    • Collaborate with 3 other artists this year. Reach out to mutuals, friends, and other people to help promote my page. And also hold onto the joy of creating! I don’t want this to be stressful.
  • Try to let go of resentment. Being back home brings out the worst in me sometimes. Coming back makes me feel so stuck. Living in an area without much diversity or sense of community (especially when I can’t go out and meet friends or new people) is so stifling. I keep all of this inside and then just get frustrated. I need to let that go.
  • Meditate for 15 minutes a day and exercise for 30. I can watch videos while I exercise and meditate in the mornings before I start my day. I always forget how helpful it is to practice mindfulness.
  • Read at least 20 books this year! I’m not in school anymore and finally have a little bit of freedom to just explore what I want to. I don’t know what the future will bring in terms of location or career, but I do know that I can listen to audiobooks or get physical books and constantly learn more about what I want to do.
  • Stop letting my location dictate what I can enjoy. I keep thinking, “I don’t know how long I’ll stay here, so I’m not sure if investing my time in [x] is worth it.” But I want to just try things without worrying about how long I’ll stay. If I move around, that’s okay. I can find other ways to incorporate that activity in my life. But I have to at least start.
  • Start studying Korean more… I really have been slacking on this and I feel a lot of guilt. I don’t want to feel as lost as I did the first time I went. I know that I have some friends there to help me, but I don’t want to be a burden. I should adapt a growth mindset instead of thinking I’ll never get better.
  • Look into publishing my writing. Maybe pitch a few ideas to big publications. One of my friends got accepted into the South China Morning Post! It was so cool to hear her talk about it. I have to brainstorm and draft at least 2 ideas each month, even if I just sit with them.
  • Reach out to 1 old friend each week that I haven’t spoken to. Keeping in contact with people is important to me, especially if I keep moving around. I’ll make a spreadsheet to keep track!

I’ll probably come back and edit this, but I know that these are the things that have been on my mind lately. Much to think about… I also got my visa issuance number for the school in Korea! Hopefully I can go in mid-late January! I’ll update you later once things are more concrete.

Finding a Purpose

Some days I wake up and feel so hopeless. Sometimes it seems like nothing I do is worth doing. Why do I have to wash the dishes now? What’s the point in trying to talk to friends? Depression makes you feel like everything is so heavy. It’s hard to describe. I am so harsh on myself that it feels pointless to even try to live a healthy and good life. “If I can’t be the perfect version of myself who has a job/who has already established herself in her field/who has friends who surround her, then why am I trying?” But I know ultimately it’s up to me to decide what’s meaningful. I have to find purpose in my everyday actions. I will clean up. I will write a blog post. I will draw or sew. And although these things don’t necessarily bring me a serotonin boost in the moment, I know that I am going through the motions of life. I am alive. I will keep living.

I still haven’t heard back about the Visa process in Korea. I am getting really anxious. It’s already been 3 weeks. I still have to wait 2 weeks once I get my Visa Issuance Number (VIN). And hagwons in Korea are online or closed at the moment. I feel like a failure in some ways. But I also know none of this is my fault. I have been doing all I can to get my Visa processed. But I keep asking myself if I should apply for other schools just in case. Would it be better to just have more options? But wouldn’t it be bad if the other school does work out? Would it have been a waste of energy? Thinking about it makes me beat myself up.

I also think about the options I’m leaving behind once I go abroad. A lot of internships/fellowships are for recent graduates and if I ever came back and decided to change industries, then my options would be a bit narrower. Then again, I have no idea what I want to end up doing. All I really know is that I liked working with TFA and I like living in a city. One person told me that it isn’t until your 30s that you should have a resume that is more tailored to one industry. I feel like mine is just scattered. Marketing, mentoring/tutoring/teaching, advocacy/non-profit work. And none of my experience was really over a few years. I know that I don’t have to have my life five years down the line figured out to enjoy the present. But I can’t help but worry. Anxiety is also commonly diagnosed alongside depression. The two just bounce off of each other, unfortunately. I’ve been feeling that a lot more recently.

I have been feeling a lot of FOMO lately. Should I open an online art shop/Etsy/Redbubble? Should I invest in a drawing tablet? Would it be worth it? Should I apply for other online jobs right now? I get so overwhelmed with my thoughts that it prevents me from actually taking any action.

On Reading and Joy

My thesis is about adoption literature. Shouldn’t I be excited? But because the focus right now is on children’s picture books, I am having a hard time feeling motivated. I want to write about novels. And if I had another semester, then I would have the time to go through each book and talk about them as much as I wanted to.

I’m having a hard time finding joy in what I originally thought I’d dedicate my life to. No English major I have met has ever chose it because of the money. Or maybe I’m projecting. Choosing English as my major was motivated by a lot of things I didn’t want to acknowledge when I first started college. I’ll list them here to reflect on.

  1. I had always turned to books and literature when I needed something to preoccupy myself with when I was younger. When I was lonely or felt disconnected or needed comfort, I turned to a novel.
  2. There is an inherent connection to the author, the characters, and their worldviews once you start a book. In my mind, you cannot separate the two. It’s important to acknowledge how the author’s background influences their work. This taught me a lot about how we tend to express ourselves, through both fiction and nonfiction.
  3. I received good grades in English. I worked hard because I wanted to do well and get praise for it. Not the most altruistic reason, but it was a motivating factor nonetheless.
  4. I always connected with my English teachers the most. They were the ones who were reading my essays, helping me find my voice, and encouraging me that what I had to say mattered. This was a rather naive way of building my self-confidence, but it worked at the time.
  5. Books helped me empathize and better understand my own emotions. When you really get into the story, it is impossible to separate your own experiences from what you are reading. Literature forces self-reflection

With my undergrad degree nearly finished, I’ve been disillusioned in some ways. Literature and English will always have a huge role in how I see myself, but I also know that the way literature is taught tends to suck the joy out of it. Close readings cannot begin to cover the impact that literature has on society as a whole. It doesn’t matter how much you delve into each definition of a word if they’re being misconstrued.

These are some questions I’ve been struggling with lately:

  • How do we expand the canon being taught? Older, white European, male authors were not the only ones creating important texts throughout history. And during this process of decolonizing syllabi, how do you support teachers/students advocating for marginalized voices to be taught and understood in a culturally competent way? The burnout is very real in advocacy work.
  • How do I find joy again in reading without writing academic papers? I feel like a lot of the “rewards” I have been given throughout my time in school had to do with my written analysis. How do I find meaning and joy knowing that a book has changed me when I can’t share it in the same venues that I have before? What are other avenues for me to share my thoughts on? Should I write my book reviews/reflections here? Start another blog?
  • Why do I feel the need to share my thoughts on how I read literature? I suppose part of it is that I didn’t grow up with someone who could understand my frustrations with the books we were told to read. I never saw myself or my struggles represented in the curriculum. Sometimes I feel like it’s useless and that the field is oversaturated anyways.

But I suppose we all have to be selfish as we continue living. We all have to take time to think about what is worth doing with our lives. I just get frustrated sometimes when I think about whose lives are prioritized over others.

10/31 with a Full Moon

Halloween won’t be too festive this year, unfortunately. Maybe Kelsey and I will make some pastries or cookies, but we don’t have any big plans. I have a Korean language course I’ll go to in the morning and I’ll probably just work on my internship and homework after that. The Korean language course is very relaxed, but the teacher is nice. He is a Korean adoptee who majored in Chinese, but he also studied abroad in Korea. He lives in the same state I do.

I keep hoping that someday I’ll wake up filled with motivation and the drive to do everything on my to-do list. But that likely won’t happen and I end up being filled with anxiety while I watch YouTube to distract myself. So, I go and do the tasks I need to do, even though I don’t feel like it. The lack of motivation is hard this semester, but I know that I’ll get through it now and in the future. You don’t have to want to do a task to get started on it. You just have to know that it’ll be better for you in the future.

I updated the resources section of the blog with a few accounts I like to watch about financial literacy. It’s not much, but they helped introduce me to things my family didn’t have experience with. The more I think about financial stability the more I worry. I’ve always worried, though. I used to ask my mom every time we went to the grocery store if we had enough money to buy food, even in early elementary school. It’s hard to break out of that money anxiety. But life has to be more than just financial assets and I’m grateful that I have people around me who make me feel secure, regardless of my background. I will be alright.