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I toss and turn, feeling heated on a cool summer night. Crickets are chirping. Cars zoom by. This is usually how the night sounds, but for some reason, I can’t fall asleep.

My eyes blink open.

What??? It’s 3am already?

I close my eyes again and sigh, wishing for sleep to take me away to a place where I no longer have to think or worry or feel. A place of pure quietness and peace. But despite my best efforts to count sheep, drink warm milk and do whatever it is people say, nothing has worked.

So I do the only thing I can do:
I wait. …


If there’s one thing I’ve noticed, growing up in American culture, it’s that we like to keep ourselves busy. One minute, we’re sipping coffee and the next, we’re busting our butts to get to work, neglecting all other things — our health, our family, how our partner is feeling — that don’t seem to help us get further.

It’s not unusual we’re like this.

Many of us (including me) have grown up, believing in the American dream — of having a family, of having a house, of having children whom we could teach and pass stories to. …


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Photo by Fa Barboza on Unsplash

Letter 2: The secret to feeling young again.

Dear my love,

I’m feeling a lot better this week.

I think taking those beef liver supplements along with the Coq10 + PPQ really help, because every morning I wake up feeling not just refreshed but pumped and ready to own the day. It’s as if someone had injected me with coffee but without the jitteriness, or as if I had broken my heavy-lifting record without feeling fatigued. It’s amazing, what a few supplements can do to bump up your baseline, and I’m now gonna say that these are my non-negotiables.

Thanks for recommending them. 😊 I can’t wait to see us gulping down 100+ pills like Dave Asprey does, which still scares me a little since I can totally imagine us doing so (after all, we’re at 25 pills a day now). But hey, if that gives us the edge towards accomplishing more and becoming who we want to become even sooner, then by all means I’ll keep swallowing them all! …


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Photo by Fa Barboza on Unsplash

Letter #1

Man, it’s been awhile since I’ve written you a morning note but…

GOOD MORNING MY LOVE!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

No, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet but I just feel really good even though my sleep tracker says I slept for 5h 59m. I know, it’s pretty strange.

Anyways, I just wanted to tell you how my week has been because I haven’t been quite happy with myself. I skipped out on my workouts despite wanting to. I didn’t write much (I think on my calendar, I only spent 2 hours to write this ENTIRE week). I didn’t meditate. I had some bad sleep — that damn rat keeps making so much noise around the chicken coop, and I can’t wait until the rat trap arrives. …


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The toughest battle you’ll ever fight in your life is the battle within yourself.

Little by little it takes over, and you don’t even realize it.

You try to assess the situation, using what’s left of your moral reasoning. But soon, your mind becomes hijacked…by your emotions, by a whirlpool of nasty, excruciating thoughts — thoughts you didn’t even believe could be yours. You start to panic, afraid of what you’re starting to become, afraid that this could be permanent, but as you may remember, this only makes things worst.

And now, it’s too late. …


The first love letter he’s ever written me

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My love,

Have you ever watched P.S. I Love You? I have decidedly begun to send you a long-lasting series of emails just like it — except that I’m not dead yet, and don’t plan to be for a very, very long time…so you might want to consider canceling the life insurance policy you’ve bought on me.

Each of these emails are meant to be as random as they are spontaneous, containing within, details of our relationship: our dreams and goals, our stories and experiences — both personal and shared, along with tidbits of wisdom procured by our very ups and downs. …


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Ever since COVID-19, life has changed dramatically. For us, we’ve been fortunate — things haven’t been too bad; I do miss being able to go out and take my time window shopping at grocery aisles, but is that really a problem when there are so many more people more unfortunate than we are?

We moved back to the States a little less than a year ago, after 3 years of non-stop traveling. The travel was fun, but moving from place to place wasn’t; and when you’ve been to enough cities in short enough the time, travel loses its magic — moments that should feel special don’t, and the last thing we wanted was to lose our appreciation for travel. …


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Saying “no” has been one of the hardest things for me to do this year, and even though I still feel bad for saying it, I realize it’s something I have to do if I want to pursue the hard but worthy things in life.

I texted this to my friend, who asked if I could fill out a 15-second survey to help her earn some money. I said: Sorry no. I would love to help you, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t go off course on things that don’t align with my long-term goals. …


As a kid growing up in America, I had the privilege of eating the most enticing, well-packaged foods of the 20th century. This included Pop-tarts, Oreos, Fruit by the Foot, Svenhard’s danish pastries, Gogurt and all the candies we typically see near the cash register.

It’s unhealthy, you might say, but during those times I wasn’t aware of the crap I was eating. In fact, no one around me — not even my parents — understood how bad sugar was (it was the saturated fats that everyone tried to avoid). …


The distinction between one and an infinite number of bites

Food is my family’s way of bonding. So much so, it’s ritual now that we eat together once a week — wherever we eat, it’ll be Chinese; whatever we order will be way too much. And however we eat, my parents will tell me to finish every last bite.

It could be the culture, it could be how they were brought up, or maybe, it’s simply their way of showing parental love…

But over the years, I’ve done exactly as they’ve taught — I ate the last bite of everything. A bite became two: that donut I only wanted a bite of, I finished; that slice of cheesecake, became the whole cake; that scoop of ice cream became the entire tub. …

About

Tiffany Sun

Walking through the second chapter of my life by asking: What can I do for the world? You’ll find the answer at http://misstiffanysun.com/about

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