We happened to discuss the First Amendment guarantee of the freedom of assembly in Government class last week. We were reminded that so much of the good that America stands for is a result of peaceful protest (and at times, civil disobedience) and the willingness to STAND UP. Thankful for and proud of all my friends who marched for their convictions. ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
Last year's word was equanimity.
I had many moments of discouragement and outright failure in 2016, but I think my family, friends, and students would agree that I am more equanimous this year than last. I don't know if it's simply because I'm no longer a first-year teacher adjusting to life in a new country... I don't really care! What matters is I no longer completely feel like a slave to my emotions.
Things that helped:
- better planning/organization at work
- better habits: I work like crazy at work and try NOT to work (too much) when I'm at home
- NOT TEACHING 7th GRADE (ha!)
- therapy: identifying and treating anxiety
- more sleep (I charge my phone in the living room and bring a book to bed between 9:30 - 10:30 every night)
- discussing struggles with the right (positive, level-headed) people
Last year's word leads right into this year's word: wellness.
I don't have any interest in starting a major health/fitness regime, but I do want to establish (and continue) better habits.
- continue getting at least 8 hours of sleep every night
- actively exercise for at least 20 minutes every day (starting small here)
- continue NOT taking my phone to bed
- continue limiting work to work hours (as much as humanly possible)
- start eating breakfast every day
- keep personal spaces (desk, closet, etc) organized
- perhaps... blog more? I am trying to decide if some sort of regular journaling would be helpful
My previous years' words/goals tended to be more philosophical, but 2016 wore me out. I am happy to focus on practical actions and hope that leads to an overall sense of wellness.
Published in 2016:
The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
This should become required reading for all Americans.
A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
I escaped to this book the week of the US presidential election. It was the best kind of immersive experience. The titular character is one I'll never forget.
The Nix by Nathan Hill
I picked up this book during Thanksgiving break and promptly devoured the 600+ pages in two days. So much fun.
My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout
This is the best-written book I read this year. Wow.
Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi
It is hard for me to believe Gyasi is a first-time author. This is a beautiful and devastating book.
In the Country by Mia Alvar
I loved this collection of short stories particularly because it is about the Philippines (and I am a Filipina), but I would recommend it to anyone.
Published prior to 2016:
Silence by Shusaku Endo
This rocked my worldview, very much like Graham Greene's The Power and the Glory profoundly affected my faith. This is a book you read once and think about for years after.
Between the World and Me by Te-Nehisi Coates
I read this book in conjunction with The Underground Railroad, Beloved, and Homegoing. This set of books completely changed my perspective on America's history and legacy, especially as a newly-minted American.
Monstress by Lysley Tenorio
This is another extremely well-written collection of short fiction by a Filipino author.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
I know not everyone felt the same way, but this totally lived up to the hype. It was the perfect book in which to lose myself during a vacation — long and rambling, but also extremely compelling.
A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh
I read this for a book club and it surprised me in so many ways; it's funny, subversive, and dark.
Beloved by Toni Morrison
Gorgeous, haunting, and worthy of every bit of acclaim it has received.
Rules of Civility by Amor Towles
This reminded me of The Great Gatsby, except (dare I say it?) I found it even more enjoyable.
Commonwealth by Ann Patchett
I didn't love this as much as Bel Canto or State of Wonder, but you really can't go wrong with Ann Patchett. This book feels like a modern take on Anne Tyler, which is a very good thing.
You can see a comprehensive list of all the books I read here.
Paul's job takes him back to the US twice a year and this time, his parents asked if the kids could join. The girls are so excited about seeing their old stomping grounds and, of course, friends and family.
It just so happens that their departure date coincided with MY departure date for a professional workshop in Hanoi, Vietnam. So we went up to Taoyuan Thursday, stayed the night at a hotel, then parted ways in the morning.
I KNOW so many moms crave time by themselves (and the thought of a week alone would be amazing) and I've definitely had periods when I would've LOVED it, too, but I think working full-time for the past few years has taken away much of that desire and I am just genuinely sad (and a little anxious) to be on my own.
That said, this weekend in Hanoi has been fantastic! I'm here for a professional workshop so (sadly), aside from two dinners out, I've pretty much been in a conference room or the hotel... but it's fun to be back in Vietnam (and I've certainly LOVED the delicious food).
Last night, we were all so exhausted from the meetings that my colleagues and I said goodnight at the insanely early hour of 7:30. I promptly crawled into bed with a tub of strawberry gelato and started a new TV series. It was pretty wonderful.
Now it's back to reality; I'm just about to board my flight to return to Kaohsiung. Will arrive home around 11:00 PM — and then it's back to school in the morning!
I enjoy nothing more than spending an afternoon browsing stationery stores. Nowadays, however, I skip the pen section entirely; I'm convinced I've already found the perfect pens (for me).
Paul's language school teacher introduced him to Pilot Frixion pens — erasable pens that put the erasable pens from our childhood to shame (as in, they actually erase). I grade SO MANY papers as a teacher and being able to erase my inevitable mistakes is AMAZING. (I guess I should note that they also write beautifully. So smooth!)
I started off with the entry level Ball Clicker, which I liked just fine, although the clicker moves around and makes an annoying rattling sound. Then I found the super slick Biz Slim: silver, topped with either purple, blue, or black. Gorgeous and so nice to hold!
I now have one in each color. I've replaced the ink in two with red and blue ink, respectively. These pens are all I use now.
We're at the tail end of our fall break. I'm so thankful we've had this week off.
We spent Tuesday night tent camping by Fenqihu, a little village near Alishan. It rained almost the entire time, but I loved it. (Our inherited, almost 40-year-old tent held up to the water surprisingly well.) Fenqihu is definitely worth a visit; there's a traditional market down an alley leading to a train station and the village is bordered by breathtaking cedar forests.
Yesterday evening, we headed to Tainan, less than an hour's drive from where we live. Tainan is remarkably charming; there are rows of historical buildings mixed in with newer architecture. We particularly loved Shannong St., chockful of old residential buildings converted into stationery stores and cafes.
I love Taiwan.
I've said this before, but I feel so lucky that I get a second chance at living and appreciating Taiwan.
I didn't really discover Taiwan's natural beauty until I was about to graduate from high school, and I've always regretted not seeing more of the island. It's amazing to do so now.
Last weekend, we decided to drive out to Taimali (about 4 hours away) to see the famous lily-covered hills. Some of our friends think we're crazy for driving so far for a day trip, but Paul and I both love long drives and spontaneous adventures.
It was totally worth it. Check it out:
After talking about it for (literally) a decade, we finally bought ourselves a record player.
I love it.
I love the challenge of hunting down stores that sell vinyl in the city. I love that it'll take us a while to build a collection. I love listening to WHOLE ALBUMS again (after years of listening to Spotify playlists and not knowing the names of bands and songs I like). And of course, I LOVE how vinyl sounds.
There's no excusing the triviality of this post. I'm posting this because I really enjoy seeing what's in other people's bags (and the light is really good right now).
I had two books on my to-buy list when I arrived in the Philippines: The Sympathizer by Viet Thanh Nguyen and Euphoria by Lily King. The problem is, none of the five (five!) bookstores within walking distance carried them. Eventually, one of the bookstores ordered the books for me, but in the meantime, I decided to refocus my efforts on finding and purchasing novels written by Filipino/a authors.
My new fascination with Filipino/a literature started with Mia Alvar's In the Country, a collection of short stories by a Filipina-American author. I was particularly intrigued by her historical/political stories from the Marcos/Aquino era, a time I vaguely remember but don't really understand. Reading Alvar was a revelation to me — minus one romance novel I stumbled upon as a teenager, I had never read anything by a Filipina author. I, frankly, cut my teeth on books by white men: first John Grisham, later Michael Chabon, Graham Greene. The literary characters that have filled my mind are war correspondents, college professors, cops, lawyers — by and large, white males. (Sometimes Filipina characters do make cameos in these books — as maids, nannies, entertainers.) To be fair, I have encountered books about the immigrant experience that hit close to home (by Amy Tan, Jhumpa Lahiri), but I have never read anything that touches on my Filipino heritage.
In the couple of weeks I've been here, I've been building a collection of books by Filipino/a authors, based on recommendations and reviews. Several purchases in, I was pleasantly surprised to realize all but one are written or edited by women authors. I'm noticing Filipino literature tends to be more subversive, feminist, political, and gritty. This is the stuff I had no exposure to as a student in a Western school system.
Funny story: after reading a few books, I picked up a book by an older white male (the kind of book I've always read, the kind that gets a lot of attention from the media outlets I read) and I was astounded by how alien it is, how far it is from my reality. It's startling to realize so belatedly how the loudest (and most powerful) voices from my literary journey represent a largely homogenous perspective that is not my own.
Happy to have my eyes (and world) opened. Better late than never.