- Reinventing myself over and over again.
- Breaking out of cage of impossibilities.
- Little push turns mediocrity into excellence.
- Normal: an illusion of the mind.
- Refusing norms and exploring the ellipsis…
- Good can always be made better.
- Looking to improve what doesn’t work.
- Forty-something and just getting started.
- Learning to see from other angles.
- There is always a plan B.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Describe Yourself in Six Words
Today's mission on MISSion Amy K.R. blog was to come up with a six-word sentence to describe ourselves. I had so many ideas that seem to fit me perfectly, so I came up with ten sentences and had a hard time deciding which one to post. Can you guess which one I chose?
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Being Interested Can Be the Greatest Gift
We were preparing to move to America. I was 12 years old. My grandmother, who had raised me exclusively from age 1 to 6 and intermittently after that, asked me if I wanted to go take a look at her new apartment where she will reside upon our departure. Without a second thought, I told her no, I had plans to hang out with friends. She did not ask me again. A month later, my parents, my brother, my sister, and I boarded a giant airplane headed for the U.S. I never got to see my grandmother's apartment. Two years later, she passed away.
I often try to imagine in my mind where and how she lived after we left. But I cannot see it. I have no memory of it, because I didn't bother to take an interest in the person that I loved the most and whose love I took for granted. It is one of my biggest regrets.
Today, I asked my kids if they would like to go look at my university campus where I will be spending much of my time for the next two years. Without a second thought, they said, no, they had other important and more interesting things to do.
Now I sit here wondering if my grandmother was as disappointed as I am now... and if my actions indicated to her that I had no interest in knowing any details about her life.
This song keeps playing in my head...
I often try to imagine in my mind where and how she lived after we left. But I cannot see it. I have no memory of it, because I didn't bother to take an interest in the person that I loved the most and whose love I took for granted. It is one of my biggest regrets.
Today, I asked my kids if they would like to go look at my university campus where I will be spending much of my time for the next two years. Without a second thought, they said, no, they had other important and more interesting things to do.
Now I sit here wondering if my grandmother was as disappointed as I am now... and if my actions indicated to her that I had no interest in knowing any details about her life.
This song keeps playing in my head...
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