I always want the ones I cannot have. But wisdom in age has taught me to be less afraid; whether on love, or life. I’m grateful. “Don’t surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn’t true anymore.” ― Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
Written last Friday night on June 14, 2017: Identity is a tricky thing. Whenever I think I’ve at long last gained it; there it slips away again. I think back to 3 weeks ago to the question my 12 year-old nephew had asked to Third Sis and myself – what if he denies any association … More cultural, identity baggage.
I was offshore for a week last week and it was an absolutely special trip. I went with 3 others – 2 engineers whom are both those I’m closest with in my project team, and a newly-acquainted colleague-friend who turned out to be a real pal. There was so much to learn, technically and personally, … More you as you are (not I, as I am).
I don’t know at what age or how long before I can call myself ‘learned’ and confident of my earned perspectives (growth). I also admit that it generally takes very little to impress me – a kind gesture here, a genuine smile there, and the next time we meet I’ve placed a halo above your … More “It’s all perspectives in the end, y’know?”
Recently on our drive back from our kampung, Third Sis had asked, seeking clarification, “You were in the US for 6 years?” “Yup,” I replied. “A long time,” she mused. “Yup,” I replied again. Last Saturday at a colleague’s open house, another colleague had asked, totally out of the blue, “Why did you decide to … More the homecoming, two years later.
I’ve been meaning to write this for awhile. If someone were to ask me at what point, which life lesson, in 2017 was my adulthood turning point, my answer would be the moment when it occurred to me that life in adulthood is simply a series of choices. In other words: we make do with … More ‘in adulthood’