It took me 4 years to recover from burnout.
On Monday, I went to two dance classes back to back, a feat I haven’t attempted in years. Then yesterday on Tuesday, I went to a 3-hour textile printing class. That means back to back days of self-directed, somewhat strenuous evening commitments. Normally in…
Letters to Future Me
I subscribe to this service that reminds me to send a letter to future me in a year. I’ve sent one in 2022, 2023, 2024, (not sure why I skipped 2025) and just wrote the one for 2026. I think this is a fascinating…
This season of unraveling
If I had to describe the main theme of this current season of my life (let’s say, of the past three months) it would be “unraveling”. A bunch of events coincided with the end of summer for me this year: a trip to Toronto,…
My two-week writing trek
For the past two weeks I’ve embarked on a self-designed, self-directed creative trek as part of Kening Zhu’s labyrinth community. A trek is similar to the popular concept of a “challenge”, but less “this is my goal, and I have to do it every…
Freestyling my calligraphy
Sometimes I forget how far I’ve come as a dancer. Not in the sense that I forget the milestones I’ve hit, but in the sense that I forget how difficult certain aspects of dance used to be for me. In dance, freestyling — as…
In defense of pettiness
During my time living in San Francisco, I picked up a new way of interacting with others that didn’t exist in my Asian immigrant household. Going to talk therapy had started to become normalized, and the book “Non-Violent Communication” was being read by every…
Falling in love with my own movement
I once met a dancer at a dance intensive. Actually I didn’t meet her, she was singled out by one of the instructors for being exceptional. In a room full of dancers trying their hardest to keep up or step up, her movement looked…
Between hyperfixation and flow state
A couple days ago, I spent the entire day doing web design, work that I genuinely enjoy and am interested in. But afterwards, instead of mental satisfaction and creative fulfillment, I felt like shit. Like a physical, visceral, UGGHHHHHH I don’t wanna do this…
Sharing the insides of my brain.
I really have no idea what I’m doing. Over 3 years ago, I left my so-called cushy job as a software engineer, at one of the biggest tech companies in the world. I told everyone that I left to start my own business and…
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