boldly going into 2018: goal-setting, realignment, and seeking purpose

It’s a plus when I manage to quickly publish my year-end reflection; it’s an even better streak for me if I write up some personal goals (the last time I did so was for 2015…whoops).

Part of the reason I feel compelled to write up my goals is in part because of the lessons I learned in the second half of my undergraduate career — I did get older and wiser, but as anyone knows, the more you learn, the more you realize how much you don’t know. I think this much is true for me; while I’ve learned some valuable lessons and slowly crept more towards re-finding contentment in my life in 2017, I’ve got probably miles and miles and miles to go (miles to go before I sleep? Just kidding; I’m writing this in sunny SoCal — no snow in sight).

Based on my learnings this past year — and the fact that a very big chapter in my personal development closed (undergrad) — these are my personal goals for 2018. These are significant to me because I now know I spent my later undergraduate years in professional oblivion. Now that I’ve had some space from that self-inflicted suffocation, I feel that in some ways 2018 allows me to have a cleaner slate to start with than previous years. I’ve been a legal adult for about five years now, but haven’t felt truly in charge of my life until recently.

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tasting 2017 twice

It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: 2017 was a doozy. From the first Year of Trump to my own graduation, 2017 (for me) was riddled with terrifying bouts of uncertainty and the eventual realization that ‘things would be okay/things aren’t as bad as they seem.’

I’ve been slacking in my blogging, something I believe I now say as an annual rite of passage into the new year. Somehow I always manage to remember to write my year-end reflection, but not always resolutions for a fresh start. It’s important, I think, to keep track of one’s progress, triumphs, and trials, if only to see what is constant and what is changing.

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On learning to give thanks (an ode to my parents and reflection on stress-myopia)

Since 2004, my family has had a particular Thanksgiving tradition that I’ve only recently started to understand. In the past few years it’s been done in the Skype medium, as flights from Boston to Los Angeles for high-traffic holidays don’t mesh well with my student budget, but it’s always been part delight, part riot, and part reflection.

What we do is literally ‘count our blessings,’ with my mother handing out themed Thanksgiving paper (cornucopias, maple leaves, the whole shebang) for us to write on, then we each spend a few minutes of individual private time to write down a list of the things we were grateful for since the last Thanksgiving/in the past year. Once everyone’s done pondering and writing, we share our list verbally — and it’s always an interesting and uplifting bit.

Something that sticks out with this tradition in particular is that it is a wonderful (and hilarious) barometer of personal growth. For me, it’s a rather dramatic change from that first list in 2004 — I’ve come a long way as a human from being grateful for “Neopets,” “El Pollo Loco,” and “Zicam Medicated Spooooooooooooons.” It’s fun to reflect not only on the past year, but to look back and see what triumphs, overcome challenges, and blessings came in years prior.

On Thanksgiving Day, I’d introduced this tradition to my partner, and both our lists were of medium length. My family Skype call came a few days later, after they’d returned from a church trip in the Southwest. After listening to my mum and dad recount their 2017 blessings, my list nearly doubled in size.

These last-minute addendums to my original Thanksgiving Day list came about because my parents’ accounts made me think about my year in different ways; originally my list had some big-ticket things like graduation, getting a job I love, moving into a new apartment with great friends, and the like. But applying my parents’ frames of mind towards blessings, it was clear I had to dig deeper. They mentioned mundane improvements, lessons learning, and silver lining items in their lists — they made it a point to not only give thanks for the good, but to recognize that there are parts of human existence that are challenging, but result in something better. Even more striking was their inclusion of incoming gifts that they were happy to receive, because they could then share the happiness of these gifts with others (some examples include lending others financial assistance, turning new income over to helping refugees, and using their surplus to love others).

The reason why this blog post is about learning to give thanks (rather than “On giving thanks”) is because gratitude isn’t necessarily inherent or present. It’s a daily exercise that can certainly come with its own challenges. What I learned today (during that Skype call) is that I was grateful for the things that were easy to be thankful for (big, flashy things like new changes in life).

Even more important is that I figured out why I didn’t catch the smaller things in my first written list.

This year, a lot of crazy, great things happened, and I understand I’ve been incredibly blessed in all parts of life. Looking back, however, I don’t really recall being very happy for most of 2017 (and fall 2016), even though I can pull out distinct memories that I cherish. The call with my generous, content parents clarified why I wasn’t very happy. Even though many wonderful blessings came my way, I specifically created an environment for myself that blinded me from the awesomeness around me and left me angrier and more withdrawn than I’d really ever been before.

All of this was my own fault; I was the one who stressed myself out over X or Y, and I was the one that myopically focused on those things instead of happier things around me. I chose to zero in on my stressors, and now I can see why they made me so unhappy overall. To temper my frustration, I withdrew from things that wouldn’t advance me professionally — but it’s pretty easy now to see how this could (and did) backfire. While hiding from the things that I’m generally thankful for, I was left to stare at all the things that worried me/stressed me out/frustrated me. And although those things didn’t (thankfully) spiral out of control, they certainly helped me miss (and miss out) on the daily blessings and perks that come from the good in my life. It’s really rather unfortunate — instead of hiding from my friends and my problems by running towards my partner, I could have been cleaning my room more, reading more books, going out for drinks, playing video games with roommates — the list continues.

What I mean to say is that my parents’ Thanksgiving tradition reminded me to not waste time being withdrawn or myopic, and to not waste energy on undue stress and increasing insecurity. Counting blessings daily or weekly as opposed to yearly tends to show one that things aren’t too bad after all. (And maybe, with more time and energy, one can actually be more present and generous to others in kind).

I’ll add one more item to this year’s list —  I’m grateful for lessons and inspiration from the two people I admire most.


On Storytelling

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”

― Philip Pullman

A colleague today — all at once a mentee, mentor, and equal — said something in passing today.

“You know what we need? We need to have a story; we don’t have one right now,” she said, lamenting our organization’s ongoing battle to effectively pass on both triumphs and hard-learnt lessons to future generations of our leaders. Her statement wasn’t untrue. It also wasn’t anything mindblowingly special with or without context — it wasn’t a novel idea, and surely many other organizations of all kinds have struggled to understand, internalize, and brand their narrative.

It struck me, however, like a bolt of lightning (as most things I agree with but forget tend to do to me upon remembering).

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of walruses and carpenters; a non-coherent personal reflection on 2016

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Something I try — but very often fail — to do during year-end holidays is to reflect on my Gregorian calendar year and write resolutions for the upcoming one. I last published a reflection for 2015, but failed (for whatever reason) to create goals for 2016. Continue Reading…

tasting 2015 twice

So I have this blog, right, and when I so craftily titled it, I found the name “Tasting Life Twice,” which comes from French-Cuban literatus Anais Nin in the quote as follows:

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

It’s a beautiful, romantic concept — perfect for the blog of a conceptual romantic. Perfect for someone who still thinks studying abroad is about scurrying after professors in robes at architecturally aged institutions with notebook in hand, not a frat boy’s international clubbing dream. Perfect for someone who excitedly signs up for everything that can be signed up for because they believe in the mission or some vague idea of mentorship, leadership, and servitude — not someone who decidedly utilizes the word “no” both to others and to themselves.

Perfect — in an imperfect world.

With respect to the above, I find it oddly fitting — dare I say even romantic — that my annual resolution check-in blog post be titled in reflection of the blog’s original intentions. Perhaps the better word is “ironic,” not romantic, seeing as the number of times I blogged in 2015 can be counted on one hand.

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Open, Close: Doors as a Binary of Opportunity

Something I’d never considered about that adage that goes “when one door closes, another door opens” — that if doors are opening, you must close some of the old ones by yourself.

A door serves two purposes: the first to gain entry, the second to deny it when necessary. Too many open doors makes for a very weak home — too few, a very strong prison.

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On Unpreparedness and Confronting History

Today, I used a vacation day from work to spend some time with myself and get back into academic/travel planning gear. I visited two bookstores for birthday cards, a travel guide to Tokyo (yes, I’ve played around in Tokyo quite a bit but I don’t think many quite understand how vast an expanse it is), grabbed lunch with the cat (food trucks! eat local blah blah blah) and then popped on over to Boston’s gorgeous and unnecessarily (or perhaps necessarily) large Museum of Fine Arts — or the MFA for short.

I had gone with the intention of seeing the Hokusai ukiyo-e prints — I had tried to see them while on a semester abroad in Tokyo, but the collection of ~500 prints was currently in transport to Boston for the exhibition I saw today.

For one reason or another, a considerably large handful of “special exhibition” galleries/wings/what have you were featuring Japanese art; the more I read, the more I realized how connected the Boston MFA was to the preservation of Japanese history and culture.

Two exhibits stood out to me: the Hokusai show (of course), and a special exhibit on photography taken after the 3/11 tsunami.

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