Fear(ful)

February 11, 2016 at 8:07 pm (Life happens whether you like it or not, My 2 cents on nothing important, Thoughts) (, , , , , , , , , , )


Hello, over here! That’s me!

I met a new friend recently and when I told her about my education background, she said, “That is so brave of you, to just up and leave everything and everyone you know and move half way around the world.”

But she’s wrong. There’s a difference between being brave and being fearless. Being brave is to overcome something you’re afraid of and forging ahead. Being fearless is to not even realize you’re afraid. I was the latter. I was 22 and I was fearless.

Now I’m in my 30s, mother of a young child, and I. Am. Afraid. Of. Everything.

20s and turbulence: Woohoo! This is like a roller coaster!

30s and turbulence: If something happens to the plane, I won’t be able to protect my son.

20s and health: Eh, whatever I have will most likely resolve itself.

30s and health: OMG, WhatIsThisAmIGoingToDie, what if Dragon loses his mother.

20s and safety: Fast driving, fast talking, fast drinking, fast fast fast.

30s and safety: We’re almost at the speed limit, can you slow down? There’s a child in the car.

You get the picture.

Now I’m looking to retire my role as a full-time Mommy and sniffing around for positions in the workforce again, and I realize this fearless/fearful situation is even revealing itself in something as simple as sitting in front of the computer and searching LinkedIn.

Straight out of grad school, I only applied for jobs that I was waaaaay under qualified for. “What have I got to lose?” was the mentality and my ego was gigantic. And looking back, I’m seeing that ego can be cleverly disguised as confidence, and confidence (along with skills obviously) wins over interviewers.

This go around, I find myself mostly applying for jobs I am over qualified for. The nagging voice in my head constantly undermines myself. “How are you going to explain the gap between employment?” “Will being a SAHM for awhile make me less desirable?” “What if I lost my touch?”

What ifs plaque my mind.

Is this an age thing? Maybe something that comes with the territory of becoming a parent? Or is it just me? Have I just gotten soft?

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August 8, 2014 at 7:27 pm (Life happens whether you like it or not, My life, and how I live it, Thoughts) (, , , )

“I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.”

Via

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I love Mission (?!?!?!)

March 19, 2014 at 5:09 pm (Discovering myself by discovering the world, Exploring the city - SF Edition, Recent Obsessions, Sharing is Caring) (, , , , , , , , , , )

My first encounter with the Mission District was at dusk on a cold August evening. We had just moved to San Francisco and were still in shock at how cold the summer months are. We got out of the BART at 16th St. Mission station, and I was immediately terrified. “If there was a hell, that must be what it looks, sounds, AND smells like,” I thought. I covered Dragon in his stroller, wrapped my coat tighter around myself, walked as fast as I could with my head down, and prayed that the sun wouldn’t set before I reached my destination.

It wasn’t until I got over the initial culture shock of being in such a big/diverse city with a small child (mostly on my own on weekdays) that I grew more comfortable and less intimidated by the people who hang out in the streets in the middle of the day. But the Mission was still hit or miss for me, and it wasn’t until this past week (and the gorgeous spring weather), that I surprisingly, and very suddenly, fell in love with that area.

Dragon and I met our friends for coffee at the cafe of their choice yesterday, and it turned out to be a gem that I would never have gone into on my own.

Mission Pie, as the name suggests, offers a variety of pies, both sweet and savory, yet is not pie-exclusive. You can check out their menu here. My favorite part of the cafe, however, was the little kiddie table by the window with toddler-sized stools and an array of toys. While I enjoyed my mocha, Dragon and his buddy busied themselves with the new (to them) toys, and my friend and I were able to catch up without having to worry about our children bothering other patrons.

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After letting the kids blow off some steam at story time at the Mission Branch library, Dragon and I went off on our own to explore the neighborhood a little. I think it was a combination of the caffeine, the weather, and Dragon being a good little man, that I absolutely fell in love with Valencia and want to move there, stat. It is lined with the cutest cafes (outdoor seating!), and the most eclectic stores I ever did see. Where else are you going to find a unicorn, a pirate, baby toys, a yoga studio, a healing center, and have the option of changing your name (Social Security Administration office) all within a few blocks?

I was only able to venture from 24th St. to 19th St., but here are a few of my favorites:

Aldea, Inspiration for Every Room

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This is what I refer to as “a happy shop,” the minute I walk into it, I become happy. Each section of the store is designed into the different rooms of a house and the space is re-designed regularly. This was my first time there, but I assume next time I go, it’ll be a different look to explore? Also, though there are a lot of delicate wares and gifts, I found it to be completely stroller friendly. I never felt with a wrong nudge, I may shatter the whole place. If you love home decor, they are currently hiring! (Aldea Baby is right down the street.)

826 Valencia – The Writing Center

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At first glance, this place may seem like any old pirate supply store, but it’s actually a non-profit to help students age 6~18 ‘with their literacy and writing skills and to helping teachers inspire their students to write.’ My love for writing started at a young age, my un-published teen novel played a big factor into me being admitted to my college, and had I had an organization like 826 Valencia at my hand, I would have been all over it! Perhaps I would even be a published author by now?

Paxton Gate

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I’m not even sure how to begin describing this place. I do know you can spend hours and hours here exploring taxidermy, insects, plants, skeletons, ‘all the treasures and oddities inspired by the garden and the natural sciences,’ a natural history museum you can purchase for your own home. Imagine that! They also offer workshops, in which the Succulent Terrariums Class looks especially appealing to me. Animal activists, do not fret. Paxton Gate does not support the trade of poached or endangered animals and source all of their items through humane ways.

Not a sponsored post. All reviews and photos my own.

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Novel fail.

October 6, 2013 at 1:00 am (My 2 cents on nothing important) (, , , )

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This is how I start out all my novels, ever since the age of 9. Guess I’ll never be the next great American novelist?

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An inspiration – Kate Morton

November 9, 2012 at 2:19 pm (Currently reading..., My life, and how I live it, Recent Obsessions) (, , , , , , , , )

A couple of years ago, I randomly picked up The House at Riverton by Kate Morton. The title attracted me first, and as I had anticipated, it was indeed a story about family secrets,  old houses, the help vs the wealth, and mystery mystery mystery, everything that I was fascinated with.

I knew little about the author, nor did I really care, but I knew she churned out book after riveting book, and any book that was associated with the name “Kate Morton” jumped to the top of my reading list as soon as they hit the bookstores.

A few months ago, in the email updates of books “Coming Soon” that I receive from Barnes and Noble, I was excited to see that a new book was coming out soon: The Secret Keeper.

Then coincidentally, at the end of August, I attended a book event at the country’s oldest family owned and operated bookstore, Warwick’s. It combines all the elements I love about bookstores: books, stationery, unique gifts, and it’s not a chain (yay!), so I thought the friendly book sellers there would be a good source to recommend new books. And…that night,  I found out that Kate Morton would be visiting Warwick’s on her U.S. book tour, the only stop she’ll be making in San Diego! Woohoo!

I immediately RSVP’d, not caring that I’d be about 4 weeks post-partum, and announced to The Honey that he’d be on Daddy Duty by himself for the first time that night.

When I first arrived at Warwick’s, I was excited that I had RSVP’d early enough to be in the front row, but I was antsy, and all I could think about was Dragon and how The Honey was handling him. ‘This is how it’s always gonna be, isn’t it,’ I thought. ‘Even going out sans baby, I will never be fully present again.’

Well, I was wrong. Kate Morton (aside from being gorgeous) captivated me in her talk. She was funny, charming (Australian accents always are!), motivating, friendly, and most importantly, she was an incredible inspiration. She spoke about what got her into writing, where she gets her ideas, and how she does her research. Remember when I wrote about “writing what you know?” Morton said what was more important is “writing what you love,” and that makes so…much…sense. She says writing a book is like putting on a theatrical production, except you get to be everything, the director, all the actors, the set designer, costume designer, everything. Now isn’t that putting things in a new perspective?

What really hit home for me though, is the fact that she has 2 young boys, which in her words is like having 4 children. How she is able to juggle parenthood and being disciplined enough to keep at writing is really inspiring for me. Working from home, I think, is more difficult than having a full-time office job, because it is so easy to make excuses for going off schedule. I know I do. Oh, I’m tired, the baby needs me, there’s housework to do, the TV is so inviting, maybe I’ll just surf the internet some more, etc etc.

Through Morton, I realize now’s the best time for me to focus on writing. I don’t have a 9-5 job, Dragon’s not awake 24-7, and housework? Well, that can wait. Time to stop making excuses, put the Real Housewives of Whatever on the back burner, and start figuring out “what I love.” Even if I never become an author, it would be nice to have a record of this magical time in my life.

But first, I need to hunker down, and open up the very anticipated The Secret Keeper. I will let you know how I like it. I’m sure I will 🙂

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Write What You Know

June 6, 2012 at 10:30 am (My life, and how I live it, Thoughts) (, , , , , )

In journalism school, I may have excelled at beat reporting, gotten the best quotes when sent out in the field, and aced classroom journalism, but when it came to creative non-fiction, features, and op-Ed writing, I always struggled with coming up with material and finding my own strong voice.

“Write what you know,” was the advice I was constantly given, but the problem was, I didn’t know a whole lot. I was 22-years-old, sheltered all my life, and wasn’t aware of the big, bad, diverse world out there.

Then I moved to New York City spring 2005 and everything changed. New York City is where I subtly grew from a fresh, wide-eyed girl into a strong, capable, if not somewhat jaded woman.

Cleaning out my desk in my office, I came across a couple pages of typed looseleaf paper. Curious and not remembering what it was, I started reading. Written in a fictional voice, it wasn’t until a couple paragraphs in that I realized, it wasn’t fiction. It was a memory. My memory, that had long been forgotten. It was so detailed, so honest, I felt like I was reliving those few hours of that night so long ago. So that’s what my professors meant by “write what you know.” Because those pages of documenting an event so small and insignificant I almost couldn’t recall…was probably some of the best writing I’ve ever done, to the point where I didn’t even recognize it as my own.

Write what I know.

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