It Can Move Mountains

I was talking with my Dad today and he nonchalantly mentioned that he was taking my mom to the doctor on Thursday. I remembered she had visited the doctor earlier this month...
Me: Why is Mom going to the doctor?
Dad: *Long pause* [My dad never pauses when talking] Well, your mom told me not to tell you, but she's going to have surgery to get a growth removed.
Me: WHAT
Dad: The doctor said it's benign but they want to take preventative measures so that it doesn't become something more.
So there it is. Moms don a cape and become superheroes. My mom didn't want us to know this was going on because she didn't want me and my sister to be worried. The selflessness of it makes me want to cry. Even as grown adults we are continually shielded with love and giving. I also thought about my coworker, who relentlessly is helping her son with ADHD plan his next steps for college, even as he lashes out at her with frustration. The giving - it's unconditional and pure and the most infinite there is.

If I could wrap my mom up and protect her with an unbreakable shield so that nothing could ever harm her, it might start to resemble the cocoon of love she's built for us.

Relationship Advice from my Cube Soulmate

M: problems that are not problems can be problematic in a relationship

Yes. Just trust.

Work Life Balance: Still a Very REAL Dilemma for us Ladies

This Linkedin post by entrepreneur Inge Geerdens really irked me when I read it the other day. Basically she expresses a mild level of exasperation in having to field questions from people about balancing her work and home life that her male counterparts don't have to deal with. As she states,

"Being a female entrepreneur has its upsides, but also its disadvantages. Like having to find an answer to the question I - contrary to my male colleagues ? - get asked a lot. “As a mother of three children, how do you balance your work and your private life?”"

Um, hello, Ms Geerdens? In case you didn't notice, this is a very real issue that characterizes the very being of working mothers. People wouldn't be asking these questions and highlighting this imbalance if it didn't exist. She goes on to reveal the true reason that having to balance work and home life has never been an issue for her:

"At some point in our life my husband and I had the feeling we weren’t around enough for our children and we had to make a choice. And we did: we decided I would expand my business, while my husband became a stay-at-home dad helping me as well, but mainly during school hours...My husband and I make a great team. We found a way to live the life we love, without feeling guilty. So the answer is: I never have to think about a balance. I work with the people I like, I live with the people I love and I love the job I do."

Is this a footnote? An asterisk? No, it defines - and is the sole and key reason - her situation and experience are unlike that of other ambitious, family-loving women. And she inserted it in there breezily, giving it a lot less credit than it deserved for why she was able to have the "great life" any right-minded, hard-working woman would want. Her post would have been tons more helpful if she described how she was able to snag a man like that. Sadly her experience reinforced the fact that to make it to the upper echelons of the corporate world, there have to be career sacrifices made by one party of the relationship if children are in the picture. More often than not, that ends up being the mother.

Unfortunately Ms Geerdens, you are the exception, and not the rule.

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Hi blog,

What do you do when you start having doubts about the thing you thought you were most sure of in your life?

Ronald Davis

The video I watched today struck my core in a way no emotion-inducing event has before. I can't remember the last time I felt so sad.

3:12 PM ckswong008: that link is sad

3:13 PM me: i started crying at work

 ckswong008: lol shut up

 me: i did

3:14 PM ckswong008: reminds me of those project angel food

  and this volunteering thing i did at pasadena

  its crazy how different it can be

  maybe all he needed

  was a shower

  one set of nice clothes

  and he would be on his way

  to getting a night shift job

3:15 PM me: it's so true

  how can they move up in the system when everything is working against them?

3:16 PM even "nice, regular" people, like our friends

  treat them as invisible

  i was thinking, do i look a homeless person in the eye when i give them something?

  it's like homeless people are seen as 2nd class/less-than-human in the eyes of mainstream society

3:17 PM ckswong008: in all societies

 me: they are deprived of many things but the most important thing they are deprived of

  is dignity

3:18 PM ckswong008: its easy for ppl who has always been spoon fed

  to ignore the tough times these less fortunate people go through

  because they cant even fathom in their perfect little life

3:19 PM whats it like to have nothing

 me: yes you can tell just by reading FB

  "i killed a spider today"

3:20 PM "look at these flowers my bf got me"

  random shot of food

  so absorbed in their own puny circles and nothing beyond themselves

3:21 PM ckswong008: yeah

  its sad

3:22 PM its also the perception

  of them being lazy and self inflicted

  ppl have never interacted with them

  its easy to assume that they are just purposely living that way

  theres gotta be menial labor jobs around

  at least

3:23 PM theres gotta be some structural changes

  but the problem is that

  homelessnes has always been aroundme: that form of existence is nothing a decent human should ever experience, yet it happens around us all the time

  we live among it

3:36 PM i don't know which is more sad

  the form of existence

  or our apathy

 ckswong008: apathy

  is the worst

Talking About Myself

I feel like I've spent a good part of this weekend meeting new people and talking about myself. Talking about yourself consecutively about the superficial, factual aspects of your life kind of makes you feel like a broken record after a while. I live in South San Francisco, I moved to the Bay area for work, I'm originally from LA, I work in IT, I live with my sister, etc etc.

Through this exercise, I realized I'm kind of boring. I haven't been to many far-flung exotic places, I haven't gotten a PhD in anything, I don't have an extreme hobby that would make people go ooh, nor do I have great/fun/exciting/interesting stories to tell about myself. After all the introduction hoopla, I find myself kind of just settling back and letting others take the driver's seat in terms of steering the conversation. I do discover that whenever I have a conversation with others who I've just met or don't know so well, I ask them a lot of questions. I think it's a way for me to discover facts and commonalities about the other person I can latch onto and keep the conversation going with, and then I find out a lot about them during the process.

So do people end up not really knowing me well? Is that possible, to "know" someone, after one conversation? I suppose I don't mind people not knowing much about me, but I like learning about others. In the delicate dance that we call conversation, I suppose I'm content with being led, as it's the best way to learn the dance quickly and be able to complement my partner's moves as we sashay back and forth.

Are Sea Turtles Happier?

I was sitting here, ironing my work pants tonight, when it dawned on me that it is the 4th day of March. In 2013. Didn't I just wake up hungover yesterday after a night of drinking and celebrating the New Year? And then I felt the slightest bit of uneasiness that I couldn't just stand up, right then and there, stomp my foot, and make time come to a standstill. It wouldn't stop moving. It was moving as I was ironing. It was moving as I was feeling anxious. Heck, it's going to be so smug this weekend when it takes an hour away from me and makes us move our clocks forward. This obvious fact of truth made me wonder what I was doing there, mundanely ironing my pants preparing for an utterly predictable and most likely uneventful next day. Shouldn't I be creating much more unique memories? Shouldn't I be doing something major with every minute of my life? Shouldn't I be LIVING, BREATHING, INHALING, ABSORBING, RETAINING, every single second that ticked by before my very eyes?

I think I've been having something of a quarter life crisis lately. Maybe it's not a crisis, but a period of rediscovering myself. Discovering that I have the vitality in me to do and try things I didn't find interesting before. Is it driven by a sudden realization that there are a lot of things worth investing time and energy, and sometimes money, in around me? Is it my irrational fear that I can't pull back each second that passes by, and instead, must helplessly watch it go without a memorable moment to brand it?

I feel a mixture of optimism, anticipation, fear, and uneasiness about my future and what I will achieve. Sometimes--more than anything--I wish I could relish every moment in my life worth living for, present and future, as my 26-year-old-self. I have the physical strength. I have the emotional maturity. I have the cognizance. But I suppose the moments you remember most fondly in specific parts of your life are imprinted in your mind so, because you were meant to have it then. It was the right moment, in the right time, at the right part of your life. I'd like to believe that to be true.

A response I got recently about my life being UN-amazing 90% of the time, was that maybe the 10% was worth everything else. What a comforting and beautiful thought. If I am lucky enough to live that long, my 75-year-old self won't remember ironing her pants for work the next day on that March evening, but she'll remember the moments of her life that welled up her eyes and took her breath away.