Wednesday, December 31, 2014

14 things about 2014.

Another year full of lessons and living. Looking back on this year, it was filled with both profound losses and encouraging gains. Jason asked us over the holidays if 2014 was in the top quintile of all our years, and I had to really think about that...was it one of the five best years of my life?


Ultimately, the answer was yes, but it doesn't mean it'll be forever one of the best years of my life. (The best is always yet to come!) I learned so much more about the person I wanted to become and set real goals to try to achieve that. And while there were many (many) stumbles, I think the important thing is that 2014 was a year where I learned how to prioritize and where I finally learned how not to let others define my priorities for me.

I still don’t have everything figured out (does anyone, ever?) but for the first time since college, I have a clear vision of where I want to be someday.

1. Take advantage of becoming an adult.
Having health insurance was a godsend this year. Not only did I have to get my wisdom teeth out, but I took my first steps to confront an autoimmune disease I've had my whole life, and seeing the costs of all the appointments, treatment, and medication after applying my insurance was amazing. I also bought a shredder and started budgeting better and stopped leaving books and shoes strewn across my bedroom floor that I (and the dog) would trip over every day. (I also bought a coffee maker and have unfortunately not been using it as much as I should be lately…)

2. Learning to be solitary in New York is rewarding.
Being alone can be nice, especially in such a crowded city. I wrote about this back in August, but I've learned to really value solitude this past year, and not worry about not acting my age. There is nothing wrong with falling asleep at 8 p.m. on a Friday night, let’s be real.

Monday, December 29, 2014

the way I see it: resolutions are meaningful.

I tried to make New Year’s resolutions as a kid, but I would never, ever follow up on them. I would write a few things down on a piece of paper, and fold it up into a tiny square, and hide it somewhere in a desk drawer or in my room, then promptly forget about it until I stumbled upon it the next year. The resolutions I’d make were never anything too severe. I can hardly remember any aside from “will try to make my bed every morning,” which just goes to show how seriously I took resolutions anyways: I couldn’t even commit to saying I would indeed make my bed.

As I grew older, I started skipping the annual list, instead declaring that every day was an opportunity to resolve to be better. It was partially an attempt to try to improve myself every day, but also a realization that I would fail at whatever Jan. 1 resolutions I would make anyways. Why write them down and run the risk of a tangible reminder that I couldn’t follow through? I was more of a reflector anyways than someone who looked ahead.

Which isn’t necessarily a good thing. But lately I’ve been looking ahead more seriously and recognizing that in order to become the person it is I say I want to be, I have to set real goals and prioritize to get there. One of the hardest things in life can be trying to chart a course toward your future, especially since we can never know what the future will hold.

I guess one way to begin charting that course is to set resolutions at the start of every year.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

'being drunk doesn't turn you racist,' and other problems with mark wahlberg's pardon petition.

I've jumped on my soapbox so many times over the last month that I've broken it, hence the brief hiatus in rant-y, vent-y blogging. But I've also been severely procrastinating on a couple of other projects, and after a brief chat with my friend/former roommate/sister-in-outrage Andrea about this topic, I had to extract the thoughts from my brain.

In 1988, actor Mark Wahlberg brutally assaulted two Asian men, partially blinding one of them. The Daily Beast describes the incident and arrest:
Wahlberg yelled at Lam, calling him “a Vietnam fucking shit,” and then hit him in the head with the stick. Lam was knocked out cold. 
Wahlberg fled from the scene and approached a bystander, Hoa Trinh, also Vietnamese. He told him, “Police coming, police coming, let me hide,” and after the cop car passed by, punched Trinh in the eye, rendering him partially blind. Trinh eventually fingered Wahlberg, and the cops arrested him. 
Later that evening, Boston police brought Wahlberg back to the scene of the crime where, in the presence of two officers, he looked at Lam and stated, “You don’t have to let him identify me, I’ll tell you now that’s the mother-fucker whose head I split open.” He also proceeded to shout a bunch of racial epithets about “gooks” and “slant-eyed gooks.”
Wahlberg was a teenager at the time, tried as an adult, and sentenced to two years in jail. He served 45 days.

Monday, December 1, 2014

leftovers: autumn.

It's December!

I didn't do an October leftovers post because I did a lengthy post on The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, but I found a few photos across October and November that sum up the end of the season.

There were brunches and work highlights that didn't make its way into my viewfinder, and you'll find some of the prettier moments (first holiday Starbucks cup, fall in Central Park) on my Instagram, but life isn't always about the pretty moments, right?