Thank you for choosing to be here — your presence means more than words can say.
"The more you write, the more you write." ... is a sentence that popped into my head 5 minutes after I posted my last blog. Last time I started a blogging spree is during July of 2024. It is June of 2025 now. Are you thinking what I am thinking now? The more you write, the more you write. The more I start to think about that sentence, the more it makes sense. Things do get easier the more you do…
Write for 15 minutes, non-stop. That’s it. That is the goal I set for myself when I started today’s writing. To be honest, I still have no idea what is going to come out of my head. But now that you are reading this, I guess it did come out eventually. Congrats to myself for overcoming that mental hurdle! I just realized I forgot to press the timer. See, we sometimes just need a tiny bit of push…
I am the writer and I am being written. Each choice a sentence, each mistake an edit. I craft myself in moments of clarity And am undone in moments of chaos. I hold the brush, But sometimes the canvas fights back.
As the title suggests. I use iPhone and a Windows laptop. I turn on Grayscale Mode on my digital devices to reduce screen usage. Setup On iPhones, go to "Settings" > "Accessibility" > "Display & Text Size" > "Color Filters" > Turn it on > Select "Grayscale" On Windows, go to "Settings" > "Accessibility" > "Color Filters" > "Grayscale" image Quick Tip 1: You can add "Grayscale Mode" as a button in…
「気がついたら、あれ、なんでここにいるんだっけ？ラーメンの一蘭ってあるじゃない。あれと一緒。個人ごとのカウンターに座って、周りを見ないまま、ただ前を向いてる。」 Ichiran Ramen—you know it? It’s that place where you eat in silence, behind dividers, head down, eyes forward. No talking. No distractions. Just you and the ramen. They call it the “味集中カウンター”. You don’t even see the person who gives you the food. Sometimes life feels like that. You sit down, start doing your thing,…
As a kid, whenever I wrote with a pen or pencil, I pressed so hard that the words left deep impressions on the next blank page. Even when I tried to write lightly, the marks remained—silent echoes of my forceful grip. I remember someone telling me, You don’t have to press that hard into the paper, you know. I never thought much about it until a few days ago, when I was coloring in Secret Garden,…
Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) -- Song of Myself, 51 by Walt Whitman I have written about writing . I have written about editing . I have written about perfectionism . I have written about consistency . I have written about feeling enough . And yet, I do not seem to 100% believe the things that I said. I tell myself: keep writing the…
This post is a reply to one of my older posts. Read it here . Wow, it has been almost a year since I wrote that post. And oh my have I grown. What changed? I left the job I was talking about in the previous post. I left because it has been the source of my anxiety for the longest time. I miss my students, but I am sure they will do just fine without me. I have faith in each and everyone of them.…
I want to write a bit about the past month. Everything is going to be OK. I don’t know it for sure, but that is OK. Sometimes, I make mistakes and that is OK. Sometimes, I forgot to tell myself that everything is going to be OK. I beat myself up afterwards, and that is OK. Sometimes I try and fail, and that is OK. Sometimes, I relapse and that is OK. Sometimes I sleep late, and that is OK.…
I hate going to the hairdressers. Something about sitting in awkward silence with another person that I do not visit often enough is very discomforting. My hairdresser knows me just well enough to start a conversation but not enough to keep it going in an entertaining manner. Which is why hats are my lifesavers. Whenever my hair grows longer than I feel comfortable, I would put on my hat /…