For the Record – 2016 into 2017

The years keep flying by before I have time to acknowledge them. Old things fall out of focus, new things make room in my brainspace. Can’t believe so much has happened.

In 2016:

  • I spent more time up in the air than ever, 120 hours (or more) in planes; 48+ hours on the road. Tokyo, LA, Toronto, Melbourne, Minneapolis, Chi-Town, Sydney, Boston, Portland, Niagara Falls, Niigata, State College, and various little towns in PA and Maryland. I’m so grateful to have traveled to all of these wonderful places.
  • I lived (still living) through the ultimate long-distance relationship. Whenever I mention it, people think she’s just a few cities away. Try a few time zones. I always get the vibe that people think I’m a weirdo for being in an international relationship. I sometimes get that “good luck with that” look. You don’t really know the extent of your love for someone until you’ve experienced something like this.
  • I finished my second mini-novel of sorts. It was my first venture into Sci Fi. Not perfect, but definitely got my creative juices flowing.
  • I took a class in improv, and delved into screenwriting. Feels so good.
  • I read 10 books, almost one book a month!

But so much more could have happened in 2016:

  • I could be much further along in my pilot script, but procrastination.
  • I could’ve stuck with my habits, instead of waiting for inspiration.
  • I could’ve played less video games.
  • I could’ve read more scripts, studied more shows, took more classes…
  • I could’ve been much more intentional with my actions, and focused hard on what I really want.
    • I could’ve held less doubt in my mind.

The three ares of focus for 2016 were:

1. Wrap-up Novel/Begin Spec Script

Done and, done! Although I wish I was further along in the script, this is exactly where I planned to be. Instead of spec though, I switched to writing an original pilot. This is the format that the screenwriting contests I’m entering will be looking for.

Also, someone answered my wishes from a previous post.

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Thanks Paula!

2. Take 10

I didn’t implement this theme as effectively as I would have liked. This method of “taking 10” minutes to get started on something only seems to be effective if I actually make a point of starting the activity. Regardless of whether I feel “inspired” to do it.

3. No Doubt, Baby Steps

I still believe that nothing is accomplished overnight. When we last checked in on this goal I was flying high with a new job. Confident in the way things were going.

The first four months of my job did not turn out as expected. And it influenced my personal life. I started to become rational. More doubtful of my potential. Stuck.

All of this made me realize that until I find a job that aligns with my passions, I can’t let work life creep into my personal one. There needs to be a clear divider between the two, especially if I’m in another work-from-home situation.

So 2016…not too bad. The key things I learned this year are that regardless of what life throws at me, I need to be a consistent creator. Even if that means I can only write for ten minutes on a given day, I still need to do it. I also need to become better a scheduling and following through with daily activities; a.k.a. really live in the moment by focusing on one thing at a time.

 

The past is the past. Now for 2017. I’m going down from three themes to two. Need to narrow my focus.

1. Act on Intuition

The best decisions are the ones you can just feel in your gut. No more stalling on them. When you feel it, go for it.

I believe we’re always putting vibes and signals out to the world. When there’s a blip on your sonar, it means there’s a possibility of alignment with your vibration. Explore it! This is a concept I lost sight of during my “very rational” 2016. I know it sounds like metaphysical nonsense, but these ideas helped me through so many parts of my life, it’s time to return to them.

2. Focus Solely on the Process

When I stay focused on the end result, I find myself paralyzed by the task at hand. It seems way to monumental. For now on, I will let go of trying to achieve results. Dreams are just that: dreams. I’ll write about them, think about them, maybe draw them. But when it comes time to do work, I will let all of that go entirely.

I will work furiously like no ones watching, I will stop caring about whether it’s good. I will only care about whether it’s done.

I am letting go of the ongoing debate in my mind about whether my goals are rational. I will do them regardless.

Good habits are the difference between personal freedom and mental imprisonment. So I’m going back to purposely building habits into my life. Here are the four I will focus on for the year; in chronological order. More will be added if I’m making great progress.

1. At least 20 minutes of writing/day

2. At least 20 minutes of reading/day

3. At least 20 minutes of running/day

4. Make at least one healthy meal per week

 

Final Things

I’m redesigning the layout of the blog. Possibly making a new blog entirely. It will read like your favorite movie script. Also planning to keep feeding my travel bug into the new year (Melbourne, Cali…I see you). And as always studying, learning, and bettering myself.

Ok that’s about it for this long post. Thanks forever for reading.

Current Mood: Daedelus – Experience

Impossible List

Jim Syndrome

This post was written in Fall of last year but got swept under the proverbial rug

So I “sell” stuff. I travel and sell stuff. Through Pennsylvania to be exact. And just this October I took up improv classes. I am officially becoming Michael Scott.

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But rather than paper, I sell one of the most influential currencies of all: Ideas. More specifically, the idea that changed my life: Study Abroad.

I enjoy my job and the freedom and travel that comes with it. At one point I was super settled into the idea of doing it much longer than I planned. But…

Dunder Mifflin isn’t my calling. Like Jim and Pam I sort of arrived here sometime after college. In my free time I’m still doodling my dreams at my desk like Pam. Still joking around like Jim; trying to transition to what’s right for me. I’m getting restless again.

I know nothing happens overnight, but I just want it now! We all know that feeling, of seeing something so tangible, yet so out of reach. This must be the natural order of things. Either you learn to deal with your situation or you get fed up. And I feel like I’m reaching the tipping point.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve really enjoyed all the jobs I’ve had since graduation. They weren’t right on the mark in terms of what I wanted to do with my degree. Nevertheless they all helped me grow as a person. And in this time I got to figure out myself and what I really want in life. Invaluable knowledge that takes some of us years and years to attain.

Now that I have this knowledge I feel like those dreams and goals are never off my mind. Everyday I imagine characters, movies, shows. They all live up there in my mind just waiting to be unleashed like the spirits of Pandora’s Box.

I guess the most frustratingly suspenseful thing of all is that they can only be released, one word at a time.

Transitions

If you’re not always changing, then you’re probably not growing as a person.

2016 has been a year defined by transitions and my ability to adapt to them. The fact that this was the year I blogged the least, proves this entirely. The routines, habits, traditions I built in 2014 and 2015 were tested, and now it’s time to go back to the drawing board.

Look out for my thoughts of 2016, my self-progress, and more within the first few weeks of January and February.

Thank you all for your continued support, and for your patience during my time of reflection. Things are changing, and I love the challenges it brings.

And as always my fellow Ronins:

you’re not alone in being alone.

Thank you.

365 Days of You

I heard that “if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”

If that’s true allow me to immortalize the one and only Paula Elcheikh.

Early September, 2015. In between semesters so I was doing standby at honbu in Yoyogi. Excited not to have any classes to teach that week. But I’d still be doing some mind-numbing stuff. Like making lesson materials (which were called props because we taught acting along with English).

I love that mind-numbing, conveyor belt-type stuff. It gives my mind space to roam free on ideas I never knew would come to me—had I been focused on actual work.

But this isn’t about me, this is about you! Hurry up and get into the story!

“You want to meet the new hires Eric? We’re starting training now.”

Fiona snapped me out of my thought high. I stopped cutting whatever I was cutting (cutting while daydreaming is dangerous) and headed over to the room next door to meet my future coworkers.

“Could you introduce yourself?” Typically I didn’t have much  to say besides “hey, I work here, from the US, cool job, I think you’ll like it too.”

Naturally during my speech my manstincts kicked in, and my eyes were already wandering around for the most interesting-looking girl in the room.

Hmm…this is her first day on the job and she’s wearing boots, jeans, and an untucked black button-up. Indifference all over her face too. She’s an interesting-looking girl that obviously gives no fucks about rules. I’m definitely gonna talk to her at the meeting next week!

But just something light. I’m not the type to date at work. But there’s nothing wrong with fantasizing right?

Next week she came in to the studio monochromed out, with oversized everything but the tights. She had such a dope style. Not a Harajuku barbie or Omotesando jet-setter. Something that was totally her own.

And she still had that deadpan indifference all over her face.

Maybe something is wrong? I’ll introduce myself. Don’t remember exactly what I said, but it was probably along the lines of, “How’s training been going for you?”

or

“Where you from in Australia?”

And that was about it. Once 5:00pm hit the fun was allowed to begin. A happy hour drink at the Hub with everyone at training. I mingled for a while and when the opportunity availed itself, I slipped into an empty seat across from this mysterious woman.

And we just talked as if no one was there but us.

Eventually our words ran their course and we found ourselves playing a game of S.O.S. Last train came and all but a few of our coworkers remained in the bar. On the way home Paula realized she got on the train going in the wrong direction. I think she did it on purpose because I was going that way. *wink*

Two days later we had another training. And that day I got the first sign that she actually might be interested in me. She ditched her friends in order to have lunch with me and my group. Later on at happy hour I didn’t wait for any chances to talk with her. I pulled up a chair and made my own space at the crowded table.

Then the part I’m pretty sure was planned by a friend, without my knowledge—you know who you are—happened:

All of a sudden everyone just peaced out! Like on some Irish goodbye shit. No heads up, nothing.

So it was just us. And we had an evening I’ll never forget.

And that’s how the story goes. We fell in Love and lived happily ever after.

Except no.

Lack of good communication, trust, and just general fear of risk on my end sent us veering off into different orbits. Those next two months were like a never-ending ride in the Scrambler. For a moment we’d connect as I caught her glance, and then centrifugal force would shoot us both to the opposite ends of the ride. If only we were sharing the same seat, this rollercoaster ride would be a lot more enjoyable.

And then Paula decided to get on another ride altogether; literally a brief trip back home for a cousin’s wedding. She sent me off to play with the kids in the “friend zone”.

I wanted to throw up when I got off that ride. I was done, fed up with dating, fed up with meeting people. Fed up with doing it over and over again. I wrote down all the feelings and things I never told her. I lied about fully accepting our friendship status, but my actions didn’t. The fact that we worked together only made it hurt even more. Made me drink even more. Made me feel even more.

Paula and I made plans to hang out when she came back from Australia. On November 12, 2015 I met her at Shimokitazawa Station South Entrance for a pasta dinner (with fries of course because Paula loves her potatoes…and her tomatoes). Afterwards we warmed up in Bones Bar. I got a gin lime, thinking it was a carbonated mixed drink. Paula got her favorite gin & tonic. For some reason the topic of writing came up and she asked to look at my journal. Why not? I thought I didn’t have any secrets to hide.

And that’s where she finally began to see me for who I really am. All the things I never said, all the feelings I never showed were laid bare. She saw it all. Right down to the very dates of the saying.

The night’s festivities went on (as they always do in Tokyo). We found ourselves in a karaoke booth singing our hearts out on midnight November 13th.

“I’m cold.”

Nope! I did my best to ignore her call for closeness. We were still “just friends” at this point and I wasn’t ready to get my heart crushed again. But we both could feel it for real this time.

“I can’t let my heart get hurt again,” I said. “If this is real then I need to know.”

I asked her the question and she said yes. And ever since then the rollercoasters have been all the more fun now that she’s laughing right next to me.

Princeland

Things are finally buckling down at work. Out on the study abroad fair circuit. Visiting schools, securing meetings with organizations (well, trying to). It’s busy.

And right now I’m wishing I got something to eat before I hopped on this plane back to Philly.

Minneapolis—or Princeland is what I’ve begun to call it—was where I spent the end of my mid-September week. And I just feel so grateful that I have a job which gives me the opportunity to travel.

I arrived a day early to explore the city. Didn’t know what to expect. The Midwest never caught my eye like the big cities on the coasts. Probably because around this time every four years, those States get really red. And red unfortunately equates to all kinds of “-isms” in my mind. Maybe a result of parental programming in my youth.*

Touched down after a smooth, sunny morning flight with an extra hour on hand. Time would reclaim it on the way back, but for now I took  advantage. Where to go? Well, pulled out google maps and realized the Mall of America was only fifteen minutes away! Hopped on the Metro Line with my carry-on and headed south. Passed by Fort Snelling Cemetery, which seemed to stretch out almost endlessly. Well, most cemeteries look like that, but this one was a bit more ominous. Each headstone was crafted exactly like the next. Like gray pixels over a green background.

Finally I arrived, but where was the Mall? The Metro car docked in what seemed to be a transport center for street trains, connected to a much bigger parking lot. I followed the signs up to an escalator, and there it was.

Now I see why Arnold never found a Turbo Man in time for Christmas.

This place is HUGE.

I walked and walked. Many of the usual stores were here but with all new clothes. Seemed like the whole place was season ahead of America (and a season behind New York).

Right in the belly of Monstro was the craziest of all sights. A theme park right in the middle of the mall. If for some reason I ended up growing up in Minneapolis, I know for sure my mom would never take me here. I could see myself begging my mom to pay for every ride, do every carnival game, spin every prize wheel…

Next was the Walker Art Center, a masterpiece in unobtrusive architecture. One gallery leads into the next, into the next; like a maze that never ends. Over time it creates such a calming effect. I became fully engaged in viewing each work, forgetting where I was, at times.

One of my favorite galleries was Hold your breath, dance slowly by Lee Kit. Initially I couldn’t get this type of visual art. Where’s the creativity? A lot of this stuff I could probably get at Target! I thought. But as I walked deeper into the gallery (which resembled a home/large apartment), the theme which the artist was trying to convey became clear to me. Which I interpreted to be this:

Inanimate, everyday objects used by our lovers can be charged with so much emotional meaning when viewed through the looking glass of memory.

It touched me so much considering how much the concept relates to my relationship with Paula. Everyday things like t-shirts, jewelry, perfume, etc. mean so much to us. For they remind us of the times when we were physically together, and gives us something to look forward to when we reunite again.

I could go on and on, but Minneapolis is a dope city. Wish I had time to  visit Paisley Park, but this purple-themed city gave me enough Princely vibes to hold me up until my next visit.

Final random thoughts:

  • Shout out to all the random people who started long and interesting conversations with this lone-ronin traveler. From the owner at Town Hall Brewery, who just visited Philly, to PJ at the study abroad fair who knew Temple peeps (super small world). Last but not least, a man from Kansas City I met in Matt’s Bar. Over burgers we talked about the midwest small-town-big-city feel. His son is a Godzilla otaku kid who wants to live in Japan. He even had his son’s name tattooed on his arm, in katakana.
    • So yeah, I’m starting to think that this many coincidence in two days doesn’t just “happen”
  • Huge Somali and Muslim population here. Reminded me of the random Nigerian pockets in Tokyo and Saitama, or the Jamaican ones in Toronto. Makes me wonder, why do groups choose to immigrate to very specific area around the country/world?

Just some thoughts, I’m done!

 

*After doing some research of my own, I realized that Minnesota is super Democratic.

A Window Seat to the Stars

Just my glorious luck. Another flight delayed. This time I wasted my hours away in the cold Philly International Airport. Last time it was in Portland due to bad weather. But this delay came with no explanation. Something “eventful” must have happened on a previous leg, pushing the entire schedule back.

But no worries, I was off to Chicago! Home of the deep dish, funny people, and that bean thing.

 

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Oh, and that egomaniac.

I was going to see my beautiful friends, Peter and Patricia, get married. So any delay was gonna be well worth the fun to be had the following day.

An hour passed and I was already getting restless, wishing I booked one of the many earlier flights departing for Chi-town. Two hours, three…This airport is driving my crazy!

12:30AM our plane finally arrived and all the crazies struggled to be first in line. First in line to a destination which we would all arrive at, at the same time. Never get why people rush to board.

Taxi, taxi, taxi. The runway was lit up with all different types of blues, greens, yellows, and reds. A light show extending out into the vast darkness. And then I felt those G’s grabbing at my chest.

Liftoff.

Ahh, I can rest easy now. Maybe get a quick nap in before we arrive. Too late, Curiosity and Wonder widened both of my eyes to the sight below.

The Grid of Philadelphia.

The system lit up in a series of oranges and greens, all power surging to the dark, glassy, reflective city center. The Comcast building standing tall like the I/O Tower in Tron.

As we passed over the city, the grid fused into one thick artery-vein leading into the next major cluster, and the next, and the next; in all directions. It was digital, organic, and interstellar all at the same time. I was looking down into the Stars instead of up above. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

And I didn’t sleep at all during the flight.

When you’re down to Earth, down in the “system” it can sometimes feel like everything that happens around you, effects just you. My flight was late, the traffic getting to the airport was insane, and the day was overall stressful. ‘Why me?’ I kept thinking. But when I finally took off, I could zoom out on my problems. I saw the whole machine working together, and was once again reminded that it’s not all about me.

Us.

 

This post was partly inspired by the weird and wonderful words of Abraham Hicks, sampled by DOOM at the end of “Caskets” (fast forward to 2:52)

 

 

 

Analysis of Spirited Things

Disclaimer: This post is about religion from my perspective.  Just putting that out there.

Three years.

That’s about the amount of time that’s passed since I’ve stepped foot in a church. I’ve been to temples to watch monks meditate. I’ve posed for photos in front of ancient shrines to gods I never knew. But no church.

If you’ve read my memoir you’re probably wondering what could bring this Vulcan back into the lord’s house? Well there’s one thing churches are good for: giving us an opportunity to finally let go of our losses.

Two aunts of mine died in late-July. Although we weren’t in the slightest way close (I have a huge family), it’s weird to think that someone who was always there, could just disappear forever. Although I never really knew them well, or seen them in years, the idea of their disappearance felt weird to me.

So here I am, in a church pew I never thought I’d be in. The whole time trying to shut my Vulcan, analytical-self up and just enjoy the service.

But it didn’t feel the same as it felt when I was a kid. I was on the outside looking in at a shared experience, and came away with some interesting takeaways.

 

1. Religion is Epic Storytelling

Maybe this is the screenwriter coming out in me, but while listening to the pastor preach, I noticed how grand the tales in the Bible are. More so, the telling of the tales—how the pastor speaks, his actions and emotions—adds to their “epic-ness”. You gotta admit, the stories they tell make out Jesus to be a pretty cool dude. Wouldn’t you be amazed if you saw an average-looking guy performing David Blaine-esque feats on the regular? And the suffering, all the suffering Jesus went through, is so metaphorical of the trials we face in our own lives. Maybe all the great religions are simply the stories people loved to hear over and over again in ancient times.

 

2. Black Christianity is a Bit Ironic

It’s unfortunate how many traditions were lost in the slave trade. What surprises me is how much African religions seemed to be completely wiped out as black bodies were exported to the Americas.

In the same way, it only seems fitting that most African-Americans are Christians. It fits so well with our own “epic story”.

When given scraps, our ancestors made soul food.

When the masters called us niggers, we reclaimed and warped the word for our own use.

And our ancestors took their masters’ Protestant religions to represent their own stories of pain, suffering, and triumph.

 

3. Music Supersedes All Beliefs

As areligious and agnostic as I am, the only thing that really touched me the most at both funerals was the music. Music is just one of the few things in the world that has the power to go beyond trivial things—race, religion, ideology—and bring us together. It’s also one of the few things I have trouble looking at analytically. It’s awe-inspiringly wonderful, and I don’t get why!

Maybe Music is my religion?

 

Whatever your background, we all need a safe haven that will allow you to discuss ideas and concerns, share positive thoughts, and be your best you. It’s in our DNA.

We all got us.

*As always, I don’t write to offend, but I do write what I feel. If I did offend you in any way with this post, just know that everyone’s truth is different. I’m always open to share ideas with anyone in the comments section/direct message.

Photo Credit: Thomas Hawk

Seeing is Believing

In the four years I spent at J.R. Masterman, navigating my descent into nerdiness while fighting the inevitable onslaught of puberty, there’s one moment that I would consider to be “life-changing”. A moment I still remember vividly today, even as those Spring Garden memories fade deeper into the past. Ironically, this life-changing moment is connected to Star Trek, and I didn’t even realize it at the time. And you all know how I feel about Star Trek.

My seventh grade science teacher, Mr. Mealey, was a huge Trekkie. In every class he brought along a black book with him. It was titled, All I Really Need to Know I Learned from Watching Star Trek. Somehow he always found a way to relate this show to whatever we were learning in class. At the time the only thing I knew about Star Trek was that it had Professor X and that guy from Reading Rainbow in it.

One day, at the beginning of class, Mr. Mealey asked us to take out a blank sheet of paper.

“Draw a doctor.”

Everyone looked around at each other. Here he goes with one of his weird experiments again, I thought. Confused, but afraid (he was a tall, commanding guy), we all got started.

What does a doctor look like? I cycled through images in my mind. Well first, he has to have a lab coat. I drew a figure (or blob because a suck at drawing) wearing a lab coat. Next, I added a stethoscope around his neck, and a pocket protector with pens. Last was the shiny head mirror. Or in my drawing, just a smaller circle above my doctor’s head. Ten minutes later,

“Pencils down. Look at your drawings.”

Mr. Mealey then followed with a few rhetorical questions.

“Is your doctor male, or female?”

“How tall are they?”

“Are they skinny, fat?”

“Long hair? Short hair? Curly?”

“Glasses? Or no glasses?”

“Is your doctor black, white, asian, hispanic?”

“Is your doctor, the same color as you?”

That last question took me out of whatever early morning daze I was in. I looked down at my doctor and clearly he was as white as the paper I drew him on.

Up until that point, I didn’t know of a doctor that was black. All of the leads in every hospital show or movie in the 90s were white. And I watched a whole lot of TV as a kid.

In that question, my science teacher revealed to me how much media could influence my outlook on life. How the lack of certain images could limit my belief in the reality of them. I didn’t draw a black doctor because I couldn’t see the potential in my own self.

Lack of diversity in media is a means of maintaining social inequality. The late professor George Gerbner coined the term symbolic annihilation to express this concept. And it’s a real thing that perpetuates Hollywood like a plague. But if you go behind the scenes, this annihilation, intentional or unintentional, makes total sense. There are very few writers of color in the writer’s rooms of our favorite shows.

America, we can do better. I’ve seen us do better. For the past 50 years, Star Trek has been going “where no one has gone before” on screen. The first interracial kiss in TV history, black leads, female leads, multi-gendered characters, an entire planet run by women!? Star Trek has been pushing the boundaries on all sides, showing us that roles on-screen do not have to be limited by race or gender.

Film and Television inspire. We see aspects of our own selves in the protagonists of the stories we watch. And we see our potential in a protagonist that thinks, acts, and looks like us.

Happy 50th Star Trek. Look out for my spec script in a few years, Bryan Fuller.

For the Record 2016, Pt. 2

The pen calls me action, but with no direction the ink drifts off into white space like black stars in an “other” Universe. I’m on the couch with Freud, Miller and Reggie Watts. Trying to associate reason with something but making more or less sense about nothing.

So I call upon a compass. The Compass. Oh Muse, point me in the right way. Teach me how to plan it all out, how to guide my own way toward a better, goal-oriented Life.

But then Reality’s like:

“Hah, fuck that.”

2016 has been a year of change on top of change, with a little compound interest of transformation. But to those of you who have been reading from the start, that ain’t nothing new. Change is always gonna happen. It’s needed to progress our Story. How we deal with these changes is what shapes us as protagonists.

In an effort to keep up with the changes reality throws at us, I set themes for the year and make myself publicly accountable for them. Here’s how I’m doing so far.

 

1. Wrap-up Novel/Begin Spec Script

Interstice is complete! Even I can’t believe it. Back in March, I believe, I penned the words, “The End.” Weirdly enough, it was on the day I planned on finishing it: March 19th.

Just like my memoir, this was no exercise in perfection. Just my first attempt at long-form fiction storytelling. I’m publishing this out of my own insecurity. Can’t become great at anything overnight, and being comfortable with yourself (and everyone else) as a work-in-progress is a great way to combat the Impostor Syndrome.

I’ve got quite a bit of typing to do, since I write everything down first. (Somebody get me the Moleskine Smart Writing Set!) Expect Interstice to be online towards the end of the year.

We’re halfway through the year and I’m getting ready to start the second part of this goal: Writing a Spec Script. So I’m right on target it seems.

There’s plenty of ways to break into “the industry,” but as a TV writer, the spec script is your calling card. Although I’ll be spending a year of my journey in Philadelphia, this is the perfect time to prepare for the next adventure. It’s that part where the hero is being trained by the master. (Except my mentor is a hologram of Robert McKee and a few screenwriting blogs.)

 

2. Take 10

This theme has helped me keep up with little tasks, and to get started on major ones. I finally got my inbox down to zero, after taking 10 minutes daily over the course of a few weeks to read emails.

Still, there is progress to be made. Sometimes, if a task is small and simple, I’ll just postpone it over and over. Finally at the last minute I decide to hurry up and get it done. The whole point of this theme is to help me get easy, minute tasks out of the way.

 

3. No Doubt, Baby Steps

No Doubt is the overarching theme of 2016. When it feels like I’m moving like a snail in the Facebook rat race, these four words above remind me that nothing is accomplished overnight. Taking small step after small step has led me to finishing one book a month. This mentality is also helping me break down my long-term dreams into doable daily targets.

My only real problem with this is maintaining consistency. I have theory that this happens because I no longer measure my productivity in the same ways as last year. Time for a change.

So far so good, and of course there’s always room for improvement. In other news, I’ve finally got a job! So maybe in a few weeks I’ll finally get out of this house and have a “Treat Yoself” Day. Catch you on the next post.

 

Impossible List

Another Ending

Man this one is from a while back! I’ve been writing, just been a neglectful poster. I’ll be changing that of course now that I’m all settled in. But for now check out something I wrote, but thought I posted here a month ago lol

 

Written March 16-21

My new job had ended just as quickly as it started. I’m funemployed! Haven’t had this much time off since Summer Vacation 2014. A week has passed. I try to stay at home as I did when I was in Ibaraki. Chill indoors, exercise, focus, write, and catch up on TV shows. I works for a little and then the next thing I know, I’m back out drinking with friends. ‘Tokyo is a happening place!’ as my mom would say.

I started out one year ago in a new spot, a new job, in a city that wasn’t too unfamiliar. I was happy with everything, but work was crazy! A Tuesday-Saturday schedule was the compromise for more pay than my last job. Something I don’t think I ever got used to.

I woke up early, got home late just about everyday. Half-making dinner and then falling asleep at my desk. Saturdays were just chaos. But hey, I had Monday off…right?

My students in Tokyo were just as awesome and crazy as my students out in Ibaraki. We worked (or at least said we did) in rehearsals for months and months. Presentation Day came and they all made me proud. I guess I can finally add a few director’s credits to my filmography!

Working with my new coworkers was never dull or tedious. Everyone was just as crazy and offbeat as I was. Maybe it was the actual job itself that brought all these interesting characters into one place. Just one big dramatic family. I’m so happy that I allowed myself to open up to this new group of friends. Although we’re all going our separate ways, no doubt we’ll stay in touch.

There never was a dull moment with my homies too. Curry Mondays followed by Greenland nomihoudai in Roppo. We had some crazy nights in Kanda too. George filling us up with wine ’til our cups runneth over. Smash Bros., Mario Kart…Our many discussions on the workings of the female brain (still a mystery). Thank Glob for group chats because I’m really gonna miss it all.

And then there’s Paula, oh Paula. Where did you come from? How did this all happen? We’ve had that conversation many times over and we still don’t get how well we surprised ourselves. Were we looking for love? I’m not quite sure. But I know one thing: we were both living. And our mutual love for life and adventure led us to each other. You know how I feel about time.

This was our right time.

Our only time.

We have met in a moment in life where we both take risks in trust and openness. And each step of the way, we’re taking those risks together.

This isn’t another ending. This is a whole new beginning.

This whole going to America thing still hasn’t hit me yet. Maybe because I have done this before? Hard to tell. Anyway, I have a lot of time off to reflect and write. So be sure to check out more posts in the future.

Philly I’m Back!!!!