To be honest, I am not sure how I want to write this. Maybe that is the point about 2018, a year when I discovered I am no…
I write a pair of these every year. I learned last year that a large source of my suffering comes from the the disconnect between what reality was and what I expect it to be. Because I kept expecting my reality to be something else, somewhere else, I think apart from the suffering itself, I had missed the…
I spent most of 2017 being sick and doing what I would describe as writing an operating manual to myself. I kept mis-operating myself, so I kept being sick. I didn’t remember it until today, but for 2017’s new year post I wrote:
In 2017, I just want to have…
When I first started on my year of experiment, a large part of it was health motivated. I was having painful dry eyes, chronic migraines and anxiety attacks. I would lie awake at night with my heart racing for no apparent reason. I was sick of being sick.
The frame on the left depicts how I feel recently — that I truly want to get to the other side but somehow I am desperately hanging on…
I write a pair of these every year. I get amused and embarrassed reading my past selves, yet they serve…
The past year I had experienced a lot of anxiety, fear, shame and guilt while experimenting with my life…
It has been a year since I started to experiment with my life. There were too many significant lessons in the past year to fit into a single post so I will do a series instead. In this post I share my biggest…
