Month: June 2016

I like to discuss things, isn’t that a job of an academic? To discuss the abstract the theoretical to debate. But what I dislike, or what grates me is the addition of judgment to the mix. I think everyone should be entitled to their own opinions, whatever they may be, but then when someone passes judgement on someone else, that’s my line.

We need to be able to respect others opinions, when they are wrong or different. I know I’m not perfect, I am far from it and I can be also quite judgmental. But I would like to facilitate a conversation in which people are allowed their opinions and the space to challenge them. I don’t want it to turn into a conversation of hurling insults. We want to be better human beings, and how will we do it if we are always judged? We need to feel like we have space to grow, space to make mistakes, to say things wrong, to have the wrong opinions and the wisdom to change.

Even if I am not the perfect example, it’s good to strive for something.

I have recently realized a technique I have employed in my life to deal with my fear of disappointment and rejection (don’t we all have some of that?). Well I am so scared of these that I talk myself out of wanting it, I convince myself I don’t want it. I am so good at it, I don’t even usually realize I’m doing, except now since I’m more aware I do.

I convince myself, I didn’t want this, or I didn’t want this opportunity. It’s a coping mechanism to get myself out of situations where I would be disappointed. I don’t want the fancy dress for prom I am happy with the one I found. Things like that. I don’t have regrets or things I wish I would have done. But now I’ve started to know more about this.

It is tricky because I wanted to start thinking about what I do want for my life, in terms of career, place to live, etc. And then I go and realize that even things I’ve thought I have wanted, I didn’t really, I just talked myself into doing it. So pretty bad place to start in terms of trying to figure out what I do want.

What do I do about it? I am not sure, well for starters I shouldn’t do it anymore. I need to be be braver, to try and challenge. I need to look the fear in the eye and do it anyway, to strive towards a goal. It’s important to have desires and ambitions. I want to achieve things, not only things, but things I want. I need to grow up and realize that things I have thought about my life is actually wrong. The opposite of success is not failure and there are many paths to success.

Rejection is not failure, it’s a part of life and it’s actually part of the success process.

I’ve recently been brushing up on my French. I want to go to Paris, but also around to some other sites in France before the end of the year, maybe in August. So I’ve been doing Duolingo for the French. It’s been going well, I could be doing many more units a day, and when I have time I do some more units than normal. But it’s good for a little brain exercise and it’s bringing back more French. I took French from 7th grade, I think, to twelve, so for six years and while I never was fluent. I did pretty well. So it’s been a little bit of niceness each day to do some French and practice it. Duolingo isn’t the best for free speaking, so speaking French may be something else, but reading it is at least a good skill, plus I am thinking about getting a French grammar book so I can speak it. Duolingo doesn’t really teach you any grammar rules or concepts, so I think that would be great!

As for German, I’m also doing Duolingo for German and should, in July, add in some grammar exercises as July is my target for the bulk of my thesis being completed, or at least written. After that it’ll be other chapters to complete and then edits and adding and what not. For June I wanted to focus on the bulk of pure writing, plus I can more easily edit than add.

So all in all on the language front I feel pretty good about it!

While we are now at 352, I wanted to post when we were at 350 posts, but then I already had posts scheduled, so here it is.

352 seems like a lot, I never thought I would even keep doing this to the extent I did or that it would get so many readers! It’s grown so much and I am so happy with how it has turned out! I never even knew what I would write about, and I’m so honored that so many people want to know what’s going on in my life!

Really, you all humble and honor me!

Happy adoption day to me! So fitting with Father’s day yesterday. Thank you for having the two best parents in the world!

The thesis is plodding along. At the beginning of June I had a meeting and realized that while I thought I had done a lot of work, it was actually not enough. So I’ve been in crazy work mode for the last two weeks trying to get through over 200 pages of copied material, rereading my last book, as well as writing and gathering more research. It’s been a struggle and on top of all the other things in my life, relationships, exercise, and the summer. I will never get used to working during the summer.

My advisor was telling us we should enjoy this time, the work we elected and feel passionately about. This is our time to write to talk about it and find our own voice. I am very passionate about my topic and there are endless depths of things I want to say. But it’s always beginning that is hard.

I ask myself who am I to write anything? What are my thoughts? While there may not be a right or wrong, I wonder do I feel so strongly behind this I could defend it? What will I defend?

It has been a struggle to get to where I am, on the other side of the two week struggle in which I’ve been reading 50-60 pages of my novel, 2-3 articles (ranging from 20-50 pages each), as well as trying to write everyday (at least 30 mins and 5 mins more each week). Not to mention I’ve also been trying to read for my book blog as well as color and do yoga.

 

I always prided myself on being together, having things sorted, being whole. In my family I felt like if there was chaos and what not, that was who I was. I was putting my life together, I had a job in college, I was aware of my path, goal oriented, finance and savings oriented, the whole thing. I felt safe, secure in my identity.

Coming to Germany shook everything to the core. Having defined my whole identity on being independent, grown up, feeling like I had to grow up sooner than maybe my age. That’s who I was. I was the mature one, the secure one, the one who had things together, who could take care of herself. I came to Germany and my whole identity exploded and had to reforge itself. Falling into a pretty deep depression and feeling totally shattered and unable to get my grounds. I was totally removed from everything and myself.

Nothing was how it should have been, my whole idea about my life had changed and I was probably the unhappiest in my life so far to date. Because even when I was going through my ex before, I had my family behind me and friends near me. I maybe didn’t know who I was, but I still felt like a separate person, able to go out and buy groceries, to give people directions.

Coming here felt almost crippling at the beginning. It’s strange because I tell people I’ve adjusted here, but some days it just hits me how much I’m still riding those shock waves. Still feeling so anxious all the time, so lumpy, so unfocused, so dependent. I actually try not to think about it that much because I’m partially scared of going back into that hole. But it’s that quiet voice creeping in my head, waiting for me to acknowledge it exists again, when the weight of all that rubble threatens to come down around my ears, burying me.

There are days where it feels like I’ve finally done it, manage to move forwards. Then there are other days when I look behind me and see how I used to feel, all the things that have fallen away from me, the scars and the open wounds beneath tape.

I wonder if I’ll ever feel that confident in myself again. Feel so whole. Because I defined myself around having things together. Perhaps I was never whole to begin with, always a mish mash and never complete, so if there’s no wholeness to return back to, then maybe I’m not broken now. So if that’s the case (and according to the literary theory I’ve been reading it is) then I don’t feel broken, I feel ripped apart.

Maybe if anything I’ve managed to put together some of these pieces with some fragile tape, but looking around me at the tatters, I wonder how long it takes to put it all together.

I’ve always been good at puzzles and knowing if I sit down long enough, it’ll come together, but perhaps this puzzle will take me my whole life to put back together again.

So I’ve stopped engaging in this hobby (to be clear, the consumerism end of it) more lately. I still put on my makeup when I go out and watch videos about how to be better at it. Why wouldn’t I? If I’m going to have it, which I do, might as well put it on as well as I can so I don’t look like a tragic clown. So I see no reason to cease the tutorials in order to develop my skills and use what I have the best I can.

The consumerism aspect I have greatly cut down for a few reasons. I have reached the limit of things I want and have found a variety of things that make me happy that I use. I have done lots of experimenting, but that phase is closing, having found things I really enjoy. I am happy with the collection and things I have.

Yet on another level, I have realized it has become more acceptable for me to decrease my consumerist tendencies in this area. It is a source of positive encouragement and reinforcement. It is the more acceptable route of living, continuing down the road is frowned upon maybe even shamed (by certain partners). So stopping cannot be devoid from an ‘acceptability’ desire as well. It has been a source of contention and it seems beneficial to cut down on that by buying less.

At the end of the day, I want to accepted for who I am. Not because it is acceptable. Not because it is the way that I am seen. I am a dynamic individual, someone capable of change. I am who I am. Exactly who I am in that moment, always subject to change.

I feel like the decrease in consumerism is largely fueled by myself, the desire for less, but I cannot deny that small voice in my head saying, but what about that other part? And maybe my little subconscious minion has a point. Which is where this post even comes from. I’m glad I am noticing it now though, and not years down the road. I think we often change for the ones we love. And that is okay as long as we know it and are okay with that new change.

I am okay with the change in order to find contentment and happiness with what I have (because in general that is a good motto to have), but I want to change for the right reasons, for the gut intuition, and the little voices in my heart and soul. For the happiness, the contentment I feel, not for the pressure or acceptability factor. The only question in the future is can I own it for myself? Can I get rid of that subconscious bugger? And the answer is maybe not. Because all said and done, I can’t go back. It is hard to divorce feelings and subconscious feelings (that’s pretty much why they are subconscious right?) I am okay with that, mostly because it is a fact I have accepted.

So now you are even more thinking what do you do? I move forward, knowing more than I did yesterday about myself and my life. I keep changing and make sure that every new step I take, I take for myself.

I have been wanting to write this post for so long, but it has also taken me that long to summarize my feelings and get to a point of closure. I have within the last couple years become obsessed and not as much with makeup. There have been a variety of reasons for this and I thought I would delve into it here.

I went through the move to Germany and my life overhauled. Everything changed and so did I. I became this lump who knew, or felt like they knew, absolutely nothing about anything. Part of finding who I was went into makeup. Again, this is for a variety of reasons.

1. Being completely alone here made me retreat into this community on the internet where people had passion. Enveloping myself into this community felt like I had an outlet for my new found time and a sense of community. I never felt like I had friends there, since they were just internet presences, but it never the less gave me somewhere to fit in.
2. It was cool to delve into something I never had given much thought and it was a huge learning curve. It also could occupy my time, something I had more and more of every day.
3. I felt like a lump. Not a physical lump nor even like a hit of self confidence, but in order to define myself, I chose this. And it gave me a huge boost of self confidence and happiness to spend time doing something that made me feel great. It made me feel beautiful and I felt like I could define and express myself so much more and experimentally. I could incorporate color, bold looks, and strong lips. I could enhance and focus on what I loved.
4. It is also time that I carve out for myself, my process of getting ready, exquisite joy that is just for me. Time to pamper.

So the sense of community, self-definition and expression coalesced to form this new hobby that I fell into the rabbit hole. Now having gotten out of the rabbit hole, I feel a sense of clarity when I think about my journey into makeup. When I originally thought of this post, I felt more negative about it, thinking it was more about needing this self definition in my life and positive self esteem boost. These were definitely factors. I needed to find something to get me back on my feet. I wanted to experiment, grow up, move on, change. And this coincided with a huge change in my life. I feel pretty confident that these are the mile markers down my journey.

Now there are a lot of things that are contentious about makeup: consumerism and patriarchy. I have various feelings about these which I’ll detail below.

So, consumerism and capitalism I assume go together. There is way too much makeup than you need and there is always a push to get more and buy more. I got totally caught up on this pull, the tide, and the high for a bit. There’s a heavy stream of innovation, collaborations, and newness. There is a huge and high turnover, limited editions and what not. So there is a lot of consumerism involved. I have greatly diminished on this because I’ve hit to where I have the things I enjoy and are trying them out, all with the goal of finding the best ingredients and the things that work for me. It’s a constant try out process to do this, as some things have not worked in either regards. But I full out accept that critique about makeup. What can I say against it? It’s up to each individual how they much they involve themselves. It is important to go into something with eyes wide open and knowing the difference between need and want.

Patriarchy. You rear your head everywhere don’t you? I can’t deny that people have used their patriarchy and made comments about makeup. I also can’t deny that there is a standard of beauty that employers, the media, and maybe also life have. Beauty standards can be heavily influenced by social media and culture. This in and of itself could warrant it’s own post about makeup and patriarchy, but I want to briefly discuss it here. [Maybe if you’re interested in my thoughts about it, comment below!] I don’t want to deny the fact that patriarchy has stuck its head in this post. What am I supposed to do about it? I enjoy makeup for me. Clearly, since not many people comment on it, and some people even comment that they prefer no makeup on me. So makeup is a hobby for myself in so many ways. Writing this post has given me some clarity. I don’t put on make up in order to fulfill an image of beauty that society has laid out for me. Mostly because I don’t even know what that would be for me as an Asian American woman. Who would I even emulate? My celebrity fashion idol is Lucy Liu (but specifically from Elementary), but even there there are things I don’t want and what not. So can I be accused of fulfilling it? Well if you know what it is, I would be interested in knowing, truly. Do I deny that wearing makeup could smooth doors and grease pathways? Do I deny that it could make me seem like a more acceptable woman in society? It could grease doors, in that case, sure. Am I supposed to make them stick more? And yeah it probably does make me seem more ‘acceptable’ if that’s all you’re looking at in that narrow focus.

So I’ve said a lot about the formation of this hobby and in the next post I’ll talk about it’s dissolution.

I recently had to defend Yoga’s merits and benefits. What I picked most was the concentration on breathing and the mantras or intentions for the practice. I know everyone’s practice is different and what they choose to bring to the mat. But for me, Yoga is something I have stuck with when every other form of exercise hasn’t.

• Yoga has provided me with a pure sense of my time. It is truly an act of self love and that is how I approach it. I feel invigorated and flexible and calm after yoga. I love these feelings and that might be what I get back. I can be sore and what not after, but that’s not its goal. It isn’t to push yourself to the limit, and beyond. It’s about practicing, accepting where you are at, and walking along the journey. You will get stronger and more flexible with current practice and challenging yourself.
• The yoga intention is really important to me because it sets something for my mind to focus on. There is always a tendency to be scatter brained and to think of other things. Yoga is about calming the mind as well as the body. It is hard to think of nothing, so the intention gives you something to focus on and ground yourself with.
• There is a focus on breathing which is crucial in Yoga. You combine the movement with the breathing, so you rarely get panting out of breath. You calm and elongate the breath. It is so relieving to me because I get to focus on my breath. Such a unique idea, but it is particularly stress relieving.
• All of this cultivates an inner sense of peace and stillness, which usually lasts for quite a long time in my day. It encourages the nature of change, everything will pass and is temporary. We can just focus on us, our stillness, and our inner self.
• So, Yoga is about melding your mental practice with your physical practice. It is about acknowledging both sides and having them work together to relieve stress. To break through the  wall separating them. There is this idea that you can push your body, to break the limits your body sets because they’re “just in your head”. Yoga does not have this mentality. Yoga sees you as a holistic being, someone who is made up of mind and body and in need of practice in both regard.