I have so many thoughts that need to be written.
This blog-esque life is so blasé— why.
Xanga used to be soOoO eAsY foR mE to wRiTe my rAmbLinGs of tHe eVeRy dAy.
I made an unspoken resolution with myself to "actively" blog (aka, at least one entry a month). The year's end is coming close as we enter the last quarter and by the looks of my log, my writing career is yet a career.
Fortunately, I am past the stages of Denial & Depression (of a failing blogger) and now at Acceptance, so I would like to continue this post by moving forward.
This day began early this morning, in a chilly lodge in Big Sur with my parentals & Jona. Currently, I am winding down the night back in our home in La Cañada, rooting on this dying massage chair from letting me be the last of its decade run: If you die on me now, I will forever be that family member. Please, not yet, not now.
As of last Friday, I finished my work at my first job since Stefghanistan. I then survived a sleepless week & coordinated my first wedding of two friends I love on Saturday. It was a BANG, BAM, BOOM kind-of week where thoughts were screaming in my head alongside the droning pounds contained in my heart.
When such weeks depart and days of absence follow, I need time to regroup myself and catch my off-beat step. Except I went on a mini-family vacation for the past few days, making stops in SF, Napa Valley, Big Sur, 17-mile drive, Salinas, Pismo Beach and back to home sweet home.
One thing I realized from this trip: 1) Family vacations are never really a vacation. 2) Being a parent must be so exhausting. 3) My parents should have Road Trip 101 Tutorials for Koreans. Driving tips, restaurants, coastal & national routes, the whole shebang. 4) Childhood memories last a lifetime & parents pave the way.
With that, I digress my night back to this muttering machine (that had to be restarted 3x since the start of this post) and let my vacation commence.
Thank you, Jesus. You sustain me, entirely.
This blog-esque life is so blasé— why.
Xanga used to be soOoO eAsY foR mE to wRiTe my rAmbLinGs of tHe eVeRy dAy.
I made an unspoken resolution with myself to "actively" blog (aka, at least one entry a month). The year's end is coming close as we enter the last quarter and by the looks of my log, my writing career is yet a career.
Fortunately, I am past the stages of Denial & Depression (of a failing blogger) and now at Acceptance, so I would like to continue this post by moving forward.
This day began early this morning, in a chilly lodge in Big Sur with my parentals & Jona. Currently, I am winding down the night back in our home in La Cañada, rooting on this dying massage chair from letting me be the last of its decade run: If you die on me now, I will forever be that family member. Please, not yet, not now.
As of last Friday, I finished my work at my first job since Stefghanistan. I then survived a sleepless week & coordinated my first wedding of two friends I love on Saturday. It was a BANG, BAM, BOOM kind-of week where thoughts were screaming in my head alongside the droning pounds contained in my heart.
When such weeks depart and days of absence follow, I need time to regroup myself and catch my off-beat step. Except I went on a mini-family vacation for the past few days, making stops in SF, Napa Valley, Big Sur, 17-mile drive, Salinas, Pismo Beach and back to home sweet home.
One thing I realized from this trip: 1) Family vacations are never really a vacation. 2) Being a parent must be so exhausting. 3) My parents should have Road Trip 101 Tutorials for Koreans. Driving tips, restaurants, coastal & national routes, the whole shebang. 4) Childhood memories last a lifetime & parents pave the way.
With that, I digress my night back to this muttering machine (that had to be restarted 3x since the start of this post) and let my vacation commence.
"I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me."
Psalm 3:5
Thank you, Jesus. You sustain me, entirely.
