Every year I would wish for something different for my birthday. It started off with new toys, which then turned into wishes for new clothes or a trip to Disneyland. I wished for a boyfriend (or at least to find someone I’d really like) for a few years, and then switched to wishing things would stay the same after I found someone I loved.
This year for my 25th birthday, I wished for something I had never wished before and I think it’s going to remain as my wish every year from now on: I wish for everyone I care about to stay healthy.
My coworker announced he is going to be a new dad and that he is moving to a different company. We are all happy for him and sad for ourselves because he will no longer be working with us. This was his last week and although I haven’t worked with him for many years, I wanted to share a moment from our farewell lunch that touched me.
So I’ve been having a skin irritation for over 4 months now and since I don’t get to see a dermatologist until July (ugh), I decided to go see a Chinese doctor.
My Chinese doctor basically tapped me a few times on the wrist and then told me my body is garbage.
Hey happy dog year everybody, I don’t know about you but I’m glad the rooster year is finally over.
I enjoy reading my Chinese horoscope, and it looks like my career is going to get pretty lit this year (yay!) but everything else is kinda meh (especially health… literally sounds like I’m going to break all my bones and lose gallons of blood this year – how lovely).
But hey, let’s focus on career life here for a moment.
I was eating fried chicken at a Korean restaurant and the sad Korean song was sad.
Lately I’ve found myself constantly telling people that my social media is a lie.
Most of the time, I say it in a joking way since I don’t always share things in real time (e.g. if I post a photo of last month’s lobster dinner it doesn’t mean I ate it last night), but more and more I feel my social media portrays an inaccurate picture of what my life is currently like.
So I got a tattoo – well, two actually.
It didn’t really hurt, and I’m not here to go off on a personal monologue as to what my tattoos mean, but I did want to write about why I got a tattoo. It’s probably the same reason why many people get their first tattoo- because it means something, something important.
This month has been tough – it’s been difficult for a lot of people around me. People are ill, people are hurting, and there’s nothing anyone can really do except be there for each other. Perhaps that is the only shining light in this darkness that currently surrounds us.
So give me all your pain
And love will set you free
Give me all your shame
Put all your weight on me
And I’ll be the stone that you need me to be.