It’s an unusually warm day in New York City. It’s full of sun, which I appreciate. I do love a good sunny day, but I also am not opposed to a brisk day either. I’m a weird one like that. (more…)
Yesterday was Chinese New Year and the reopening of indoor dining in New York City. When the return of indoor dining was initially announced, it was supposed to start on Valentine’s Day. Yet, when they made the decision to move it up to two days earlier, they simply said, “Friday.” With so much Asian and Asian-American hate crimes on the rise, the least the government could do is positively highlight traditions of our community. (more…)
Fortunately for me, winters aren’t as emotionally depressing. I like cold weather. But I absolutely can’t stand how dry my skin feels. One of my cuticles split open after my humidifier broke and I haven’t found a replacement yet. Every retailer is sold out and I’m sure that’s because we all need the moisture. (more…)
I’m currently listening to Sir Elton John’s “Border Song” and it’s such a profound message. It’s one of my favorite songs by him. I love a good peaceful Wednesday afternoon with calming music. (more…)
I’ve decided to start a new series on the blog, 3P. The three Ps are personal, physical, and professional which are important pillars in my life. In each category, I’ll share thoughts from the day. Personal refers to anything I feel like talking about related to myself. Physical is anything related to working out and exercise. And finally, professional relates to work. I considered additional categories but since the goal is to have a short prompt to help me write more, I wanted to keep it simple. (more…)
Five years ago, I started this blog (turned portfolio) because it was a means of documenting my thoughts. It didn’t matter what I wrote about, as long as I did. One of the most powerful lessons I’ve learned as a writer is to not dwell on the topic, especially if it has been talked about by other people. Instead, there will always be someone out there who wants to hear it from you. Even if that person is myself. That’s why I write.
