A recurring theme in this online journal, thus far loosely focused on my heroine’s journey with cancer, has been letting go and acceptance. Like the times I wrote about letting go of our stuff, of outcomes, and of emotions like FOMO. Or when I shared my insights about what surrender means to me. These reflections are more often than not universal and apply to everyday living. Life challenges come...
I joined a six-week journaling circle. Just to see whether that would inspire me to write again. This week the prompt during our session was, in brief: if your life metaphorically was a boat, what kind of vessel would you be traveling in? Others in our group spoke about being in a canoe, pleasure boat, even barges. I settled on a sailboat. Not a small dinghy sailboat, but a larger one that needs...
Every decade, I’ve marked my birthday with something unforgettable. At 30, I woke up in London, had champagne in a pub, and made it to a party in Versailles by dinner. At 40, I threw a rooftop bash with a live band in Manila. At 50, I lunched with friends on Victoria Peak in Hong Kong and hiked down through a tropical forest. At 60, my honey and I floated over Moldova’s capital in a hot air...
One evening recently, my honey and I were eating dinner when he suddenly remembered that we hadn’t looked for a specific spice at the grocery store that day. “It wasn’t on the list,” I said. “True. But we also forgot to bring the list,” he retorted with a laugh. Then, looking at it, he saw we’d forgotten a few more items. We both laughed at our own...