Showing posts from December, 2017

In Retrospect

Hind site vision provides clarity in what we can never fully see at the moment we face a crossroad decision. The end of the year is a natural time to look back. This year has held a lot of different kinds of decisions for me compared to past years. I was speaking with a close friend today over these decisions, and I am starting to understand how life changes with age.
When you are young, your parents make your decisions for you. Then parents start to guide you in small decisions, and over time those decisions grow bigger. As a young adult, you begin to make all your immediate decisions for yourself, and at times it feels as if you are in control of your decisions, which brings me back to what I have been learning this year.
There is a short period of time, varying in length depending on the person, where we are (theoretically) in control of decisions. But as an adult, decisions are no longer in our control, but rather they control us.
The decision to work means time decisions will …

Ode to Jane Austen

Jane Austen’s writing is amazing. That is a pretty blatant opinion, and I realize I may think that simply because I love all things classic, but what I love about Austen’s writing the most is her ability to capture the historical past in such a way to make it feel like a modern plot.
I just finished reading her book Northanger Abbey again, and I noticed something that I hadn’t really paid attention to before. Her characters are held to such a high social and moral standard that at times, I must admit, I find myself rolling my eyes.
A big part behind these standards is the cultural norms at that time. The fact that these norms make me roll my eyes is not that surprising, considering 1) I don’t live in that time and 2) my personality tends to not follow today’s norms let alone norms of that day.
The example from Northanger Abbey that stood out to me goes as follows. Catherine Morland, the protagonist, is asked to leave the abbey with almost no warning. She takes huge offense, and then…

Of Maps and Models

I wish there were a map for life. Wait…what am I saying? Let’s bypass the map; I want a GPS…on my phone with a posh woman’s voice telling me exactly where to go well in advance before any big changes... in complete sentences.
“In 2 weeks sign up to teach that kick boxing class.”
“Do not buy the ice cream. Go to the gym.”
“Go on that date with Kurt! And do not talk about galloping down hallways.”
Unfortunately, no such GPS exists. I seriously would like at least a map. We all respond differently to searching for direction.
Option 1: make your own map. From my experience, this never works. Life rarely works with our plans, and even if it did, the self-control needed to follow a self-made map is similar to eating healthy all the time. Cringe.
Option 2: try life with no map and no direction. Yeah, this is a bad idea. You know…go wherever the wind blows you: for example, college, dream job, and your parent’s basement.
Option 3: follow someone else’s map. There is some wisdom in modeling our…