Wednesday, February 21, 2018

I was a little girl who lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. It wasn’t grand, but it was still nice and very comfortable. 

One day, there was a package. I don’t know how it came, possibly shipped, but there it was. 

A big, cardboard box. And out of it came this lovely, huge tricycle. We assembled it. It was a very chunky thing, blue and gray, with big black wheels. There were even stickers to put on various parts of the tricycle, to make it look like a more legitimate moving vehicle. I was so excited to put the stickers on.

I loved it instantly. Here was a toy that moved, that had some real purpose to it. I could use it. And it was so big. And it was so new. It was one of my favorite toys.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Late last summer, I took a trip to Montreal and Quebec City by myself for a week. It was really only five days, because two days were for traveling. I went for fun. I had never traveled by myself for fun before. 

It was truly a special time. I enjoyed life by myself. For those five days. I feel grateful for that experience.

Monday, February 19, 2018

I’ve always been a fan of long hair. I don’t know if it necessarily looks the best on me, but it fits my personality the best. I also never got to grow my hair long as a kid, which just made me want to have it more when I grew up. 

About three years ago, I all of a sudden got tired of having long hair. I still liked the idea of long hair, but I was just tired of having the same hairstyle all the time. So I decided to cut it short. My new hairstyle was a bob, going a little past my chin.

I needed change! I knew that I was going to go back to my usual long hairstyle after. But for while it lasted, I loved my bob. It was perfect.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Several years ago, about five years ago, I went with my parents to Napa on a day trip. It was me, my mom, and my dad. My sister was living in Taiwan at the time. My dad was excited for this trip because drinking and collecting wine was one of his hobbies. 

I think that’s what made this trip so nice: My dad’s passion and enthusiasm for wine. I had gone to Napa many times before this, but never with someone as excited for the wine as my dad was. So, that was a great trip to Napa.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

I sat around the house a lot. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my career, didn’t know what kind of job I wanted, didn’t know what to do about that part of my life. But more than that, I was having massive psychological issues trying to sort through the kind of person I was and wanted to be. 

My mom signed me up for a personal trainer, the most elite and expensive one, at her very expensive gym. It was for a couple months, a couple times every week. 

I chose early morning appointment times because I was working sporadically at a law office and needed to have the rest of my day clear, just in case. 

I enjoyed the early morning times. It felt peaceful in the morning. I could eat a nice breakfast afterwards. 

My personal trainer was experienced and professional. He knew that I didn’t have any huge weight or fitness goals. So he created a moderate training plan for me. It was a little tough (but not very), and surprising, actually very enjoyable too. The exercises actually felt good and were actually kind of fun. 

By the end of the program, I wasn’t a different body size. I was exactly the same size. But I was definitely more toned, in all the right places. I had more muscles, but it didn’t look bad at all. It was subtle and looked good. That was nice.

Friday, February 16, 2018

In my last semester of law school, I lived in a horrible studio apartment by myself in downtown LA. Actually, it was pretty expensive, but it was still a terrible place to live. 

One Saturday night, I was driving back to my studio from school. I had been studying at school, either at the Starbucks across the street from campus or the library. 

I was almost at my studio. I was on a major street in downtown LA, the street that my studio was on. I was only a few minutes away from my studio. 

I was driving very slowly because of the traffic. That wasn’t unusual because there was always traffic. But this time, it seemed to be even slower than usual. 

I quickly learned why. There were police cars parked just up ahead. Stopping a lot of cars that were going through. When I reached them, a police officer stopped me, and I rolled down my window to talk to him. 

He looked at me and asked me what I had been doing, where I was coming from. Maybe he expected something wild because it was Saturday night, and maybe that’s what the people in the other cars were doing. I just told him that I had been studying at school. 

He told me that they were stopping cars to make sure that no one was drinking alcohol or had alcohol. Something like that. I wasn’t too sure. I just quickly drove forward after I had convinced him that there was nothing bad about me. 

As I drove away, I thought...only in downtown LA would I be so inconvenienced driving home, only minutes away from my home. Having to go through very slow traffic as the police stopped so many random cars, myself having to stop to talk to a police officer, and having to show him that I was completely harmless. Only at home in downtown LA.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

My first year of law school wasn't fun. It wasn't designed to be fun. The way law school was structured was that out of the three years of law school, the first year was the most academically intense, by far.

This academic intensity was made more difficult by the fact that, we (the students) were complete newbies to this entire academic field and industry. There were no classes in undergraduate schools or other colleges teaching material and utilizing thinking skills similar to what we encountered in our first year law school classes. Students were not expected to have any experience or exposure working in the legal industry before entering law school either, and most didn't. Everything was in English (mostly - there were still some Latin phrases to learn), but I felt like I had entered into a totally foreign country. 

I looked around at my classmates, and they often looked lost and puzzled in class. I wondered how on earth they could ever be impressive lawyers in just a few years. I couldn’t picture it.

One day in class, my professor called on one of my classmates to answer something. He called on students at random, and his questions were intellectually difficult. 

When students didn’t know the answer or have a good answer back (which happened very often), they usually did one of two things: Either they would say something back which made basically no sense, or they would just remain uncomfortably silent until the professor finally moved on. I did both of these things whenever professors called on me, and it felt really bad.

Anyway, on this particular day, my professor asked one of my classmates something. An intellectual legal question. One that I certainly didn’t have the brainpower to answer; I didn’t even understand my professor’s questions. 

My classmate paused for a moment. Then she said back, very clearly, 

“I have no thoughts running through my head.”

Inside, I was laughing and dying! She had said exactly how I (and probably most of my classmates) had felt so many times. She had perfectly articulated and had admitted, in front of everyone, her absolute cluelessness. This was so wonderfully refreshing, which was a basically non-existent feeling in my first year of law school.