It has been a little more than I year since I've written in my blog. I think that's partially because I lost my voice. Also, I wasn't sure I had something worth saying. Sometimes I wonder if people think my life in China is some grand adventure and that new and crazy and exciting things happen every day. Quite the contrary. I wake up. I brush my teeth. I go to work. I teach every day. Some days are good, some days are not so good. Sure, I live in China. So do 1.3 billion other people. Maybe my life isn't as grand as it once seemed when this whole China thing was new. But, I realize that even if my life isn't "exciting" I still have a voice and I still have things to say.
A while back, my blog transformed from being solely about my time in China to being about all of my adventures. That included traveling through Asia, visiting home, and all kinds of random things I wanted to talk about. And if anyone who reads this actually knows me personally...you know I am a talker. A rambler. An endless supply of words.... most of the time. Now, my blog is more of...well, me. I find that I need an outlet. I need a place where I can say who I am, be who I am, and not be afraid of what people might think about what I have to say.
So often, we portray our lives a certain way in the public light. We do everything from altering pictures to quoting things just because it makes us look or sound cool. Everyone knows what pose or body placement creates the "best image" or what filter works the best for them. Well, I'm kind of tired of living my life through filters. I'm tired of worrying about how what I say or believe might change people's opinions of me. There are so many parts of me that I don't share with others because I've been so consumed with what other's think of me.
How stupid is that?
Now, I'm not trying to say that wanting a good self image or trying to have people see the best you is bad. But, when you don't feel comfortable in your own skin and you fear people knowing the "real" you...that's not so good either.
So this is me.
I'm a daughter. A sister. A teacher. A friend.
I believe in laughter and love and the power of quality time.
I'm a coffee junkie, a listener of music, and I always have my nose in a book.
But my most important identifier?
I'm a Christian. A daughter of God. A believer in Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Now, why is that sometimes so hard to say? As if it is a confession or something I have to admit. Being a Christian is not something I'm ashamed of, but in the past, it was generally something I kept kind of quiet except for around family, friends, and fellow Christians. Not because I feared questions or persecution or judgment from others. I kept it to myself because I believed that my Christianity was only about my personal relationship with Jesus Christ. And, while that is true and important...being a Christian is about so much more.
Being a Christian is about knowing how to forgive. How to forgive yourself. How to forgive others.
Being a Christian is about love. Loving God. Loving all of His children. Loving yourself.
Being a Christian is about reading the Bible and having constant communication through prayer.
Being a Christian is about service, helping others, making a difference, and bringing change to the world.
Being a Christian is about so many things. And it makes me so sad to know that there are people out there who think that Christianity is judging others or expecting them to conform to one uniform ideal or hating someone who isn't like you. That's not what being a Christian is, and it isn't the kind of Christian I want to be. I have certain beliefs that may be different from yours. They may contradict what others believe. But that doesn't mean I judge or hate those different beliefs. I've been a Christian for most of my life and I know there are still many ways for me to learn and grow in my faith. I have struggles sometimes. I don't know everything. I don't have the Bible memorized.
But to me, being a Christian is about trying to be a better person every single day. It's about growing in my relationship with God every single day. It's about working towards becoming my best self every single day. And I'll be the first to admit that none of those things happen every single day. I'm a human. I stumble and fall. But, by the grace of God, I'm able to stand up the next day and say "it's okay. Today I'm gonna try again"
Okay....so to be honest...This post wasn't supposed to go in this direction. But obviously it was something that was on my heart.
I usually go a long time between writing...but each time I write I realize how incredibly great it makes me feel. Writing has always been so cathartic and soothing and just allows me to actually figure out what I'm feeling. So, it's my goal to not forget that this time. Hopefully, I start writing more regularly (here and in my journal...and no you don't get to see that). Life is hard and crazy and difficult and everyone needs to find their own way to cope and deal. Maybe this will be my way. I'm not looking for sympathy or high fives or compliments or comments. I'm just looking for a way to release that heavy sigh at the end of the day. Who knows if it will continue. But I hope it does.
Before saying good night, I want to give some major shout outs to the people who have helped me so much lately. And so often we say "you know who you are" but you know what I think...I think its nice to give a little credit where its due every once in a while... so...
Madi-- thanks for being there for me. thanks for always listening. thanks for the great hugs.
Betsabe, Daughter of Eve-- thank you for making me laugh. thank you for being a great hand holder. thank you being a great friend.
Kirsten-- thanks for the 20 years of friendship. thanks for having my back through thick and thin. thanks for understanding me.
Sarah-- thanks for your love and support regardless of distance, time, or circumstance.
Brad-- thanks for helping me be a better person every day, and not giving up on me when I stumble.
Matthew-- thanks for reaching out and being a wonderful little brother and for the phone call.
Evan-- you're never going to see this, but thank you for always sending a wechat hug at the perfect time.
Clara-- I never expected to come to China and get a best friend from Germany. You are so special and so amazing and so thoughtful. Thank you for always reaching out at the perfect time.
Mom-- thanks for being understanding of my needs, even when they go against your very nature.
Grandma-- thanks for being the best example a girl could ask for. I hope one day I can be half the woman you are. You inspire me every day.
Dad-- thank you for literally...everything. you have always been my #1 fan. you've supported me, loved me, sacrificed everything.
I'm so grateful for so many people and so lucky to have such an amazing team on my side. There are so many other people I could thank and dish out compliments to...but to be honest I'm exhausted (and its only 10pm)
So, there you have it. My name is Ashley. This is who I am. You can take it or leave it, but I gotta say, I'm pretty happy being me.
PS...coming soon to a blog near you...
1) my trip to Indonesia!!
2) my trip to Harbin!!
3) my trip to Malaysia!!
4) life in Nanjing!!
5) life as a teacher!!
6) the crazy things that happen during an American baking class with 22 Chinese teenagers!!
7) laughter, love, and probably a few tears
until then,
xxoo
Ashley
(I just realized I closed that off like a letter or email after I wrote a PS...I'm weird)
(I also realize that realizing that means I should change it...but I'm not gonna)
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
The Struggle, It Really Is Real
So, as you can see, it has been an eternity since I've written much of anything, especially since I've written something I feel brave enough to share with the world. But, in the new year, I made one simple resolution: Be Happy. And, in order to meet that resolution, the first thing I need to do is be honest and admit that lately, I haven't been all that happy.
Now, I can point my fingers left, right, up and down...every which way and find a thing or person to blame for my unhappiness. But finding the cause of a problem is not always the way to find the solution. And I've found, pointing the finger has pretty much only caused more problems in my life and set me even further away from a solution. So, in order to find this elusive thing called happiness...I guess I'm accomplishing what I believe to be the first step in admitting I need to find it once more. I recently heard someone say that people my age are often quoted as saying, "I just need to find myself". And then it was pointed out, if you need to find yourself, that means at some point or another, you lost yourself. Some of you will probably sit there and say "well duh" but guess what? That's something I never thought of before.
I've spent the last two years of my life in China....trying to find myself, without ever truly realizing I was lost until very recently. When I realized that China is not some fairytale land, that problems still exist there, that the struggle people talk of is in fact real and present. Life in China has never been easy, but it has never been impossible either. I walked (quite literally, across the Hong Kong/China border) with my arms, heart, mind wide open (thankfully not literally). And my experience there has been incredibly wonderful because of that open mindset. My willingness to except the absurd, difficult, and just different ways of life. I haven't regretted a single day in China. But, I know I always project this image (as I already sort of mentioned) that China has been some fairytale. Well, news flash, it isn't.
I get lonely.
I get frustrated.
At times, I wonder what the heck I'm doing there.
And I find myself continuously trying to justify the reason I'm there. I'm always looking for some greater purpose in my life, because finding that greater purpose makes me feel like I'm there for a reason. And lately, I've lost sight of that purpose. I've let the loneliness and frustrations take control of my life. I've let my own personal little demons infect every part of my soul. And lately, those demons have taken the form of leeches that suck out happiness instead of blood. I've let so much "stuff" get in the way of my life. I've allowed the silent whispers to dictate my life.
Now, maybe you're wondering...how does this have anything to do with "the many adventures of Ashley Rae". Well, let me tell you, not all adventures involve train rides, parks, and experiences. Some adventures take the form of emotional roller coasters. And the emotional roller coaster I've been on is a real doozy. And this dark patch in my life is all part of the adventure. It is sort of like the concept of yin and yang. I can't fully understand happiness if I haven't felt pain and sadness. And the trials I've faced, have left imprints on my life. They have made me who I am. So they are part of the adventure of my life.
So, what am I trying to say here? Well, I'm not really certain. But I will say this: Don't ever give up. I know it sounds cliche. But, it really is true. You can never give up. Because there is a reason and purpose to this life. Maybe I've felt lost lately. I've felt like I need to find myself. I've felt like there is no point to anything. BUT THERE IS. There is a point to continue fighting. There is a point to waiting and being patient. Life doesn't always happen the way we want and plan for it to happen. And you might think that should bring us unhappiness. But, happiness comes in all shapes and sizes. And sometimes it comes in forms that we least expect. Sometimes happiness comes in the small surprises life throws at us.
I am not the master planner of my life. God is. He knows the answers. He knows the time frame. He knows what is good for me, what is bad for me, what I need right now, and what I won't need until later. Now, I can choose all I want to complain and be bitter and angry about that. Or I can embrace it. I can choose to accept what I don't know. Because happiness is a choice. Happiness is not a right I'm guaranteed. Sure, the Declaration of Independence may say differently, that happiness is a right. But it isn't. Happiness is a choice. So, if I want my resolution to become true, I have a choice to make.
And I choose forgiveness.
I choose openness.
I choose love.
I choose honesty.
I choose hope.
I choose to abandon my fears.
I choose trust.
I choose to dance.
I choose to live.
I choose to sing.
I choose laughter.
I choose happiness.
Is it really that simple? No. Choosing happiness doesn't always come easily. But I'm ready to put up a fight. There are times when I feel like happiness is impossible to find. And maybe I can't always see it. But it's there. Happiness is like the wind. We can't always see it, we can't always feel it. But, its there. When we can't find it, we can create it by waving a piece of paper. When we don't see it directly, we can look to the rustling of the leaves in a tree. But the first step to finding that happiness is admitting you need it (which is admitting you don't already have it).
So there it is.
Now, I can point my fingers left, right, up and down...every which way and find a thing or person to blame for my unhappiness. But finding the cause of a problem is not always the way to find the solution. And I've found, pointing the finger has pretty much only caused more problems in my life and set me even further away from a solution. So, in order to find this elusive thing called happiness...I guess I'm accomplishing what I believe to be the first step in admitting I need to find it once more. I recently heard someone say that people my age are often quoted as saying, "I just need to find myself". And then it was pointed out, if you need to find yourself, that means at some point or another, you lost yourself. Some of you will probably sit there and say "well duh" but guess what? That's something I never thought of before.
I've spent the last two years of my life in China....trying to find myself, without ever truly realizing I was lost until very recently. When I realized that China is not some fairytale land, that problems still exist there, that the struggle people talk of is in fact real and present. Life in China has never been easy, but it has never been impossible either. I walked (quite literally, across the Hong Kong/China border) with my arms, heart, mind wide open (thankfully not literally). And my experience there has been incredibly wonderful because of that open mindset. My willingness to except the absurd, difficult, and just different ways of life. I haven't regretted a single day in China. But, I know I always project this image (as I already sort of mentioned) that China has been some fairytale. Well, news flash, it isn't.
I get lonely.
I get frustrated.
At times, I wonder what the heck I'm doing there.
And I find myself continuously trying to justify the reason I'm there. I'm always looking for some greater purpose in my life, because finding that greater purpose makes me feel like I'm there for a reason. And lately, I've lost sight of that purpose. I've let the loneliness and frustrations take control of my life. I've let my own personal little demons infect every part of my soul. And lately, those demons have taken the form of leeches that suck out happiness instead of blood. I've let so much "stuff" get in the way of my life. I've allowed the silent whispers to dictate my life.
Now, maybe you're wondering...how does this have anything to do with "the many adventures of Ashley Rae". Well, let me tell you, not all adventures involve train rides, parks, and experiences. Some adventures take the form of emotional roller coasters. And the emotional roller coaster I've been on is a real doozy. And this dark patch in my life is all part of the adventure. It is sort of like the concept of yin and yang. I can't fully understand happiness if I haven't felt pain and sadness. And the trials I've faced, have left imprints on my life. They have made me who I am. So they are part of the adventure of my life.
So, what am I trying to say here? Well, I'm not really certain. But I will say this: Don't ever give up. I know it sounds cliche. But, it really is true. You can never give up. Because there is a reason and purpose to this life. Maybe I've felt lost lately. I've felt like I need to find myself. I've felt like there is no point to anything. BUT THERE IS. There is a point to continue fighting. There is a point to waiting and being patient. Life doesn't always happen the way we want and plan for it to happen. And you might think that should bring us unhappiness. But, happiness comes in all shapes and sizes. And sometimes it comes in forms that we least expect. Sometimes happiness comes in the small surprises life throws at us.
I am not the master planner of my life. God is. He knows the answers. He knows the time frame. He knows what is good for me, what is bad for me, what I need right now, and what I won't need until later. Now, I can choose all I want to complain and be bitter and angry about that. Or I can embrace it. I can choose to accept what I don't know. Because happiness is a choice. Happiness is not a right I'm guaranteed. Sure, the Declaration of Independence may say differently, that happiness is a right. But it isn't. Happiness is a choice. So, if I want my resolution to become true, I have a choice to make.
And I choose forgiveness.
I choose openness.
I choose love.
I choose honesty.
I choose hope.
I choose to abandon my fears.
I choose trust.
I choose to dance.
I choose to live.
I choose to sing.
I choose laughter.
I choose happiness.
Is it really that simple? No. Choosing happiness doesn't always come easily. But I'm ready to put up a fight. There are times when I feel like happiness is impossible to find. And maybe I can't always see it. But it's there. Happiness is like the wind. We can't always see it, we can't always feel it. But, its there. When we can't find it, we can create it by waving a piece of paper. When we don't see it directly, we can look to the rustling of the leaves in a tree. But the first step to finding that happiness is admitting you need it (which is admitting you don't already have it).
So there it is.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Meet Michael
Today was one of those days life just throws at you. You never really know what a life changing event is going to happen and I thought I was prepared for what happened, but I wasn't and it took all my wits to keep in the tears.
Let me explain and introduce to you a wonderful human being.
Meet Michael.
A fourteen year old boy with a big heart and a big future.
Teaching teenagers has made me really think about what my adolescence was like. I interact with these kids every day and learn all about their likes, dislikes. The boys and girls they think are cute. The celebrities they admire. When their parent's bug them. When their teachers are unfair. Becoming a teacher has allowed me to further appreciate the teachers I had back in the day. Maybe it wasn't always obvious to me then, but knowing how I feel about my students helps me realize that I had some truly amazing teachers.
But this story is about Michael.
Let me start by saying China is no different from the rest of the world. Teenagers face certain problems that are unique to their age. Acne just sucks. Mood swings are the worse. Pressure to do well in a society that demands the best is enough to make the strongest man crumble to his knees. But these kids keep keepin' on. They don't give up. They don't complain (too much). And generally, they are happy.
But there is one thing that I've witnessed over the course of this school year that I just wish I could punch in the face: mean people. They are all over and really the same no matter where you are. And well, this story is about a boy who every day faces the challenge of mean people and his continued strength to overcome them.
Michael is a smart, bright boy. He's funny. He's quirky. Maybe a little bit weird. But who the heck isn't a little bit weird these days? Maybe he is a bit of a "show off" in terms of his superior English skills and his past opportunities to live and study abroad. But, he has a good heart and a good mind. Those two amazing attributes however have not protected him from the harsh realities of the world. People will always try to knock you down.
Michael's classmates are mean to him. They never want to include him in group activities. They call him names. They laugh at him. So be it. You think "hey its okay. that's what teachers are for, to put a stop to nonsense" Well guess what, his teachers (at least the one I deal most with) isn't any better. In fact, his teacher is probably the biggest bully of them all. She intentionally separates him from his class mates, making him work alone in isolation. She shames him in front of the class for nothing more than a careless mistake. And she laughs along with the other students when someone says something mean to or about him. It is usually unbearable to watch. But thus far, I've had to hold my tongue. I'm not really sure what the proper etiquette here when it comes to wanting to tell your superior they are a jerk face with dog breath. But I had a plan, and I hoped it would work.
My students started their finals this week. For their oral exam, I pull them aside, one by one, and talk with them for a few minutes, asking them questions and just engaging in conversation. Its my one chance to really get to know the students, learn about them, spend some quality time talking to them. Well, today I had Michael's class and I decided he would go first. Mostly because his English is the best in the class. But also because I had a little speech prepared for him, one that I hope he never forgets.
After he finished his exam, I said to him, "Michael, I hope you know you are special. I know how your classmates are mean to you. I have seen how your teacher treats you. And I want you to listen to this one thing: They are wrong. One day, you will be a better person because you have faced difficulties in the eye and you have beat them. I want you to promise me you will never listen to them. You can never let them steal your happiness because you deserve to be happy. You are a wonderful, smart, funny, and kind boy. If anyone is mean to you, it is because they are jealous. But I also want you to promise me that one day, you can forgive them. Because if you stay angry at them, you also cannot be happy. Maybe you are a little bit different, and that's okay. Because being different is special. And I want you to always remember, no matter what, I will always be on your side and here to cheer you on as you continue to do great things with your life"
Okay, that's somewhat of a paraphrase. Because, I'll be honest, towards the end I was choking out my words a bit. Trying to hold back the lump forming in my throat.
When I finished, Michael just looked at me for a few seconds. His English is good, but I worried he didn't fully understand what I was trying to say. But, after a while, with tears forming in his eyes he said, "Ashley, I think you are the only person...thank you. You understand me, the only one."
Yup, and then I just about lost it but I still had 30 minutes of class left and 16 finals to finish. Michael and I continued talking for a little bit longer. He was upset when I told him I wouldn't be his foreign teacher next year, but relieved when I said he could visit me at any time in my office.
Now, I realize that sometimes telling a story like this can be egotistical, such as "ooh look what I did, I'm such a saint" Well, that's not why I'm telling this story. I'm telling it because Michael deserves to be heard and he deserves to be loved. And so do all people. Anyone who is completely happy would have no reason to pick on someone else, so clearly there is something his classmates and teacher are lacking. And we all need to be reminded sometimes we are not alone. So I tell this story to encourage you. Find someone who needs to hear their worth. Find someone who needs to hear, "I love you" "I'm rooting for you" "I'm here for you" "I care". Because those words can easily change a day or change a life.
And honestly, sure, I may have changed Michael's life today. But you know what? He has been changing my life for the last 10 months. Every single day he has faced these people and he has never lashed out. He has never been broken. He has never given up. He is the true hero of this story and I just sincerely hope he never loses the strength that's within him and he always remembers he is loved.
Let me explain and introduce to you a wonderful human being.
Meet Michael.
A fourteen year old boy with a big heart and a big future.
Teaching teenagers has made me really think about what my adolescence was like. I interact with these kids every day and learn all about their likes, dislikes. The boys and girls they think are cute. The celebrities they admire. When their parent's bug them. When their teachers are unfair. Becoming a teacher has allowed me to further appreciate the teachers I had back in the day. Maybe it wasn't always obvious to me then, but knowing how I feel about my students helps me realize that I had some truly amazing teachers.
But this story is about Michael.
Let me start by saying China is no different from the rest of the world. Teenagers face certain problems that are unique to their age. Acne just sucks. Mood swings are the worse. Pressure to do well in a society that demands the best is enough to make the strongest man crumble to his knees. But these kids keep keepin' on. They don't give up. They don't complain (too much). And generally, they are happy.
But there is one thing that I've witnessed over the course of this school year that I just wish I could punch in the face: mean people. They are all over and really the same no matter where you are. And well, this story is about a boy who every day faces the challenge of mean people and his continued strength to overcome them.
Michael is a smart, bright boy. He's funny. He's quirky. Maybe a little bit weird. But who the heck isn't a little bit weird these days? Maybe he is a bit of a "show off" in terms of his superior English skills and his past opportunities to live and study abroad. But, he has a good heart and a good mind. Those two amazing attributes however have not protected him from the harsh realities of the world. People will always try to knock you down.
Michael's classmates are mean to him. They never want to include him in group activities. They call him names. They laugh at him. So be it. You think "hey its okay. that's what teachers are for, to put a stop to nonsense" Well guess what, his teachers (at least the one I deal most with) isn't any better. In fact, his teacher is probably the biggest bully of them all. She intentionally separates him from his class mates, making him work alone in isolation. She shames him in front of the class for nothing more than a careless mistake. And she laughs along with the other students when someone says something mean to or about him. It is usually unbearable to watch. But thus far, I've had to hold my tongue. I'm not really sure what the proper etiquette here when it comes to wanting to tell your superior they are a jerk face with dog breath. But I had a plan, and I hoped it would work.
My students started their finals this week. For their oral exam, I pull them aside, one by one, and talk with them for a few minutes, asking them questions and just engaging in conversation. Its my one chance to really get to know the students, learn about them, spend some quality time talking to them. Well, today I had Michael's class and I decided he would go first. Mostly because his English is the best in the class. But also because I had a little speech prepared for him, one that I hope he never forgets.
After he finished his exam, I said to him, "Michael, I hope you know you are special. I know how your classmates are mean to you. I have seen how your teacher treats you. And I want you to listen to this one thing: They are wrong. One day, you will be a better person because you have faced difficulties in the eye and you have beat them. I want you to promise me you will never listen to them. You can never let them steal your happiness because you deserve to be happy. You are a wonderful, smart, funny, and kind boy. If anyone is mean to you, it is because they are jealous. But I also want you to promise me that one day, you can forgive them. Because if you stay angry at them, you also cannot be happy. Maybe you are a little bit different, and that's okay. Because being different is special. And I want you to always remember, no matter what, I will always be on your side and here to cheer you on as you continue to do great things with your life"
Okay, that's somewhat of a paraphrase. Because, I'll be honest, towards the end I was choking out my words a bit. Trying to hold back the lump forming in my throat.
When I finished, Michael just looked at me for a few seconds. His English is good, but I worried he didn't fully understand what I was trying to say. But, after a while, with tears forming in his eyes he said, "Ashley, I think you are the only person...thank you. You understand me, the only one."
Yup, and then I just about lost it but I still had 30 minutes of class left and 16 finals to finish. Michael and I continued talking for a little bit longer. He was upset when I told him I wouldn't be his foreign teacher next year, but relieved when I said he could visit me at any time in my office.
Now, I realize that sometimes telling a story like this can be egotistical, such as "ooh look what I did, I'm such a saint" Well, that's not why I'm telling this story. I'm telling it because Michael deserves to be heard and he deserves to be loved. And so do all people. Anyone who is completely happy would have no reason to pick on someone else, so clearly there is something his classmates and teacher are lacking. And we all need to be reminded sometimes we are not alone. So I tell this story to encourage you. Find someone who needs to hear their worth. Find someone who needs to hear, "I love you" "I'm rooting for you" "I'm here for you" "I care". Because those words can easily change a day or change a life.
And honestly, sure, I may have changed Michael's life today. But you know what? He has been changing my life for the last 10 months. Every single day he has faced these people and he has never lashed out. He has never been broken. He has never given up. He is the true hero of this story and I just sincerely hope he never loses the strength that's within him and he always remembers he is loved.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Lessons Learned
While living in China, I've learned many things. Some of them are quite obvious: how to use chopsticks, how to speak (a teeny tiny bit) Chinese, how to survive culture shock...
Other things are simple life lessons. Things I could have learned anywhere in the world. All of this new knowledge has helped me grow and mature in numerous ways. I've become a better person because of China. I can love fuller and deeper. I appreciate all aspects of life, good and bad, so much more.
Patience and understanding are two things that people think they have in their life, but you truly don't know if you have it until your limits are pushed and you are tested. Living in China has shown me how incredibly important patience is and how approaching every situaiton in life with an open mind and understanding for varying perspectives can change your life.
But, I think the most important lesson I've learned over the last few months is definitely something I could have learned anywhere. There are times in life when people let you down. Whether its a student who has much greater potential than they show, a boss who just doesn't have a clue, or a friend who unknowingly betrays you, forgiveness can be hard. It's so much easier to bundle up all those negative feelings, to point the finger of blame, to hold things over people's heads until relationships are shattered. But, when we forgive, not only are you letting that person of the hook for their wrongdoing, you are freeing yourself from bitterness, grief, and any other number of negative emotions poisoning your life. Instead of being disappointed with people, I've decided life can be a more joyful occassion with a little bit of forgiveness. Holding grudges does nothing but harm yourself.
This post may have nothing to do with an adventure persay, but it has everything to do with individual growth and maturation. And let's face it, maturing into a better person can just possibly be the greatest adventure of life.
So here's to the lessons I've learned and those that are yet to come.
Other things are simple life lessons. Things I could have learned anywhere in the world. All of this new knowledge has helped me grow and mature in numerous ways. I've become a better person because of China. I can love fuller and deeper. I appreciate all aspects of life, good and bad, so much more.
Patience and understanding are two things that people think they have in their life, but you truly don't know if you have it until your limits are pushed and you are tested. Living in China has shown me how incredibly important patience is and how approaching every situaiton in life with an open mind and understanding for varying perspectives can change your life.
But, I think the most important lesson I've learned over the last few months is definitely something I could have learned anywhere. There are times in life when people let you down. Whether its a student who has much greater potential than they show, a boss who just doesn't have a clue, or a friend who unknowingly betrays you, forgiveness can be hard. It's so much easier to bundle up all those negative feelings, to point the finger of blame, to hold things over people's heads until relationships are shattered. But, when we forgive, not only are you letting that person of the hook for their wrongdoing, you are freeing yourself from bitterness, grief, and any other number of negative emotions poisoning your life. Instead of being disappointed with people, I've decided life can be a more joyful occassion with a little bit of forgiveness. Holding grudges does nothing but harm yourself.
This post may have nothing to do with an adventure persay, but it has everything to do with individual growth and maturation. And let's face it, maturing into a better person can just possibly be the greatest adventure of life.
So here's to the lessons I've learned and those that are yet to come.
Monday, March 31, 2014
A Jumbled Mess of Everything
Holy mackerel. Today is the last day of March. And I haven't posted in my blog in over two months now. Bad Ashley! But here I am, attempting to fill in the gaps of the last two months, what I did, what I saw, what I smelled and ate and dreamed and achieved.
Where to begin? The month of February was an interesting one indeed. I quickly had to face my least favorite part about being in China: saying good bye.
China can be evil sometimes by letting you meet all these amazing people. But then, many of those people don't stay in China very long and there seems to just be a constant flow of people coming and going. For awhile, I was determined to just not make many friends so there would be fewer farewells. But one friend I couldn't deny was Clara!! Major shout out to you girl and I miss you like crazy and wish you could come back to China! Soo yes, I had to say bye to Clara early in February, right before the new semester started. But before that, we had quite a few last minute China adventures including going to the Nanjing Zoo, going to Shanghai for her birthday, and seeing the Confucius temple in Nanjing.
Then school started and I swear I don't know how I'm so busy. There seems to be an extra collection of small tasks being added here and there. Some of them are fun, some a little more mundane, but all time consuming nonetheless.
Then you gotta throw in all the new China Horizons teachers in the Nanjing-Zhenjiang-Yangzhong area. Since early February, I've been getting to know a great group of people and forming new friendships that are just fantastic. Even if many of you are bed hogs, I still love you.
And I seriously can't believe that tomorrow is April. Like, what the heck man?! Spring is in full force in Nanjing with flowers blooming everywhere. I'm not sure what I'm enjoying more, the way they look or the way they smell. Regardless, I feel like I've stepped into a colorful and scented wonderland.
What else? UMMM IT SNOWED!! In February, this beach girl woke up and found snow falling outside her bedroom window. And then I walked to school...IN THE SNOW. It was so incredibly magical. I loved it. The wet feet make the whole thing slightly less desirable...but I'll take wet feet if it means making a snowman and walking during fresh snowfall and drinking hot cocoa and just not being able to wipe a goofy grin off your face for two days. Ya, I'll take it.
I spent a weekend in Shanghai which was fun. I stayed with an incredibly (I feel like I've been using that word a lot today...) tremendous family who made delicious food and made me feel like I was home again. It was nice to sleep in a real home and have home cooked meals and so many bagels. It was almost like going home for the weekend in college, minus bringing dirty laundry. (oh, and the CRAZY car chase we went on after a Chinese driver was not too kind to the father of the family while driving us home...that was for sure an adventure).
But overall, life is pretty stinkin' good. Each day gets a little bit warmer (for the most part) and each day brings me more smiles and laughter... and more importantly each day brings me one day closer to the beach and burritos in America!! oh, and my family and friends too ;)
Well, I'm mostly writing just to prove I'm still alive and have things worth writing about. This was slightly lazy and not thought out and as the title suggest, a jumbled mess.
Much love.
Where to begin? The month of February was an interesting one indeed. I quickly had to face my least favorite part about being in China: saying good bye.
China can be evil sometimes by letting you meet all these amazing people. But then, many of those people don't stay in China very long and there seems to just be a constant flow of people coming and going. For awhile, I was determined to just not make many friends so there would be fewer farewells. But one friend I couldn't deny was Clara!! Major shout out to you girl and I miss you like crazy and wish you could come back to China! Soo yes, I had to say bye to Clara early in February, right before the new semester started. But before that, we had quite a few last minute China adventures including going to the Nanjing Zoo, going to Shanghai for her birthday, and seeing the Confucius temple in Nanjing.
Then school started and I swear I don't know how I'm so busy. There seems to be an extra collection of small tasks being added here and there. Some of them are fun, some a little more mundane, but all time consuming nonetheless.
Then you gotta throw in all the new China Horizons teachers in the Nanjing-Zhenjiang-Yangzhong area. Since early February, I've been getting to know a great group of people and forming new friendships that are just fantastic. Even if many of you are bed hogs, I still love you.
And I seriously can't believe that tomorrow is April. Like, what the heck man?! Spring is in full force in Nanjing with flowers blooming everywhere. I'm not sure what I'm enjoying more, the way they look or the way they smell. Regardless, I feel like I've stepped into a colorful and scented wonderland.
What else? UMMM IT SNOWED!! In February, this beach girl woke up and found snow falling outside her bedroom window. And then I walked to school...IN THE SNOW. It was so incredibly magical. I loved it. The wet feet make the whole thing slightly less desirable...but I'll take wet feet if it means making a snowman and walking during fresh snowfall and drinking hot cocoa and just not being able to wipe a goofy grin off your face for two days. Ya, I'll take it.
I spent a weekend in Shanghai which was fun. I stayed with an incredibly (I feel like I've been using that word a lot today...) tremendous family who made delicious food and made me feel like I was home again. It was nice to sleep in a real home and have home cooked meals and so many bagels. It was almost like going home for the weekend in college, minus bringing dirty laundry. (oh, and the CRAZY car chase we went on after a Chinese driver was not too kind to the father of the family while driving us home...that was for sure an adventure).
But overall, life is pretty stinkin' good. Each day gets a little bit warmer (for the most part) and each day brings me more smiles and laughter... and more importantly each day brings me one day closer to the beach and burritos in America!! oh, and my family and friends too ;)
Well, I'm mostly writing just to prove I'm still alive and have things worth writing about. This was slightly lazy and not thought out and as the title suggest, a jumbled mess.
Much love.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Words.
So, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. My mind has been racing a million miles an hour. Never slowing down, never taking break. I've had many sleepless nights. Do you ever wish that life could be like the sci-fi novels? Where you can just can lie down at night and turn a switch and you fall asleep until a preset time and then viola! you wake up? Well, I don't think I wish that was life...but I do wish I could turn my brain off.
Also, I've been bad (as I say every time) about writing in my blog frequently. Especially when I actually have so many things to say. For example, one week ago today, my dad was in China! So was my uncle. So shout out to you dad and Uncle Jim! It was a week ago that they left China. So crazy how time flies... But this post isn't about them. That's gonna come some time soon (hopefully).
This post is about words. Words are funny things. They have set meanings, they have implied meanings, they have inferred meanings...they have the meaning we wish we could convey but we can't find the right word so we say the wrong word. They have the meaning that we want to hear instead of what we actually hear.
Words are powerful. And the lack of words is also powerful. And right now, I find myself to be enslaved by words.
Words I've said and regret.
Words I can't seem to say but desperately wish I could.
Words that I wish other people would say but don't.
Words that other people do say that I don't want to hear.
Words.
They follow us everywhere .
One of the words that is particularly haunting me right now: Hope.
Hope is a funny word. I mean, it has this strange power over us. When we have hope, when we speak of hope, we become optimistic. Hope gives us something to look forward to in the darkest of situations. It keeps people moving when they think they can't go any further. But hope can also be a sneaky little jerk. It leaves you clinging on to the edge of the cliff when really you should have let go a long time ago. Hope is that quiet whisper, telling you maybe there is a chance...when reality is repeatedly smacking you in the face, trying to rouse you from a cloudy stupor. I'm not really sure which version of hope is better or if you can really compare the two. Hope has brought me great joy and it has brought me great pain. But I think that's kind of the beauty of hope; because if you truly believe in the power of hope, even when it let's you down, you have to realize that it will pick you back up again.
And what about if/but?
These two words drive me crazy. "if" this was different then... or "blah blah blah is true, BUT....blah blah blah" The fact of the matter is our world isn't black and white. It's red and green and purple and orange and brown. So many times I want to believe if something is so, then it is just that. BUT (ugh I hate it) life isn't always what we want it to be. And regardless of desires and wants, there are harsh realities that we have to face. As much as I want to believe we could live in a world without ifs and buts, we just can't. Because circumstances change everything. And just because you want something to be so, doesn't mean it will be. You may think you have all the answers, but guess what? Someone else thinks they have the answers too. And well, life isn't as easy as bubbling in C. Our varying opinions and beliefs are what give life to ifs and buts. And as much as I hate hearing ifs and buts, I would never want to live in a world where they don't exist. Because then we wouldn't have choices.
Another funny word? Love.
What is love? I mean really? We throw around the word love so much. Heck, pretty much every person I talked to today, I told them I love them. And I mean, I do love them and I do love a lot of people. But I also said I loved the dinner I cooked for myself. And I could say that I loved the book I finished reading. I love strawberries. I love the Angels. I love sunshine. But what is love? Scientists will tell you its some chemicals firing around in your brain. Cool. Romantics will tell you its "just a feeling...you'll know it when you feel it". Well, I don't know if I've ever felt love before. Well, that's not accurate to say. I've definitely felt love...but have I been in love? That I can't answer. Will I know it when it happens? Again, I don't know. I've been wondering a lot lately about what love is. Sometimes I get this idea that love can't be one-sided. In order to truly know love, it has to be returned. If the object of your love doesn't know your feelings, and doesn't at least in some way, return those feelings (maybe not with love, but at least I don't know, acknowledgement?) then, is your love real? That, I really don't know. Sometimes I think that love has to be returned to be real; I mean, love is action. Its not enough to say it or feel it, you need to act it, live it, show it. Maybe love is what you make it to be. For one person, it could be the butterflies in the stomach, endless nights of thinking of the same person, stuttering through your words because your brain just turns to mush when that person talks to you. For others, it might be based on practicality. Can this person provide for me? Will I be happy with this person? Do we get along? Can we resolve arguments? I think any sane person would have to combine a little of all of that to find "true love". There's no fun in just looking at the facts of the matter and it is incredibly foolish to jump head into something due to a fluttering in your tummy.
A word that I like: ominous.
When you hear that word, doesn't it just kinda give you goosebumps? When I hear that word, I instantly picture a storm rolling in on the horizon. Dark clouds...the beginnings of wind...maybe a few rain drops. And then before you know it that storm is right upon you and you are stuck in this flurry of a world with pounding rain and screaming winds and roads become mud pits and its just pure chaos. Maybe its just me.
There are so many other words that keep playing through my mind.
Time. Distance. Forgiveness. Friendship.
What each of these things means to me. How my meaning may relate to another person's meaning. How differences in meaning can tear people apart, or how similarities can bring you together.
Time can easily be your friend or your enemy. Time goes too fast...it goes too slow.
Distance. Man, has that word been a major pain in my butt for the last year. Moving half way around the world, well that's quite a large distance. And it strains relationships. But, when the distance grows larger from one thing, it grows closer to another thing.
Forgiveness. It's easier said than done in most cases. When we seek advice, it's always so easy to say, well just forgive. But when it comes to actually having to forgive, we shrink up. I don't want to be a slave to the shadows of my past, begging me for forgiveness. And I don't want to be on the other end, begging for a second, third or fourth chance. But the longer we hold on to those grudges, the longer we'll be weighed down. And forgiveness doesn't have to be followed by acceptance. It is such a double edged sword because any time we are wronged we want justice, and we want those who wronged us to suffer. But when we have wronged another, we will grovel and beg until forgiveness is granted.
Friendship. I wish I could say that every friendship in my life was perfect. But its not. And I'm pretty sure all my friends can attest to that. I've lost friends, gained friends, just like everyone. I've been "friend dumped" and I've "dumped" a few friends myself. And well, no matter how you shake it, it always sucks when a friendship ends. And the older I get, the more I realize that I have to fight for the friends that I have. We aren't in high school anymore where we see our besties every day and are guaranteed a minimum amount of time with them every day. We're adults now. We live in different states, countries, time zones.We have jobs and families and responsibilities. And I know this is an area that I have failed in. I took for granted people who were there for me and just figured that they would continue to be there for me when I got my head out of my butt. Well, people don't wait forever when you're being an idiot. But regardless of what has happened in the past and for the mistakes that were made, I know that I have been truly blessed to have all the friends that I have had and do still have. Each one has contributed to my life in numerous ways and I wouldn't be the person I am today without them.
And of course, I have to end this with my favorite word...
And its been my favorite word since 7th grade because I'm awesome like that.
BONANZA.
Also, I've been bad (as I say every time) about writing in my blog frequently. Especially when I actually have so many things to say. For example, one week ago today, my dad was in China! So was my uncle. So shout out to you dad and Uncle Jim! It was a week ago that they left China. So crazy how time flies... But this post isn't about them. That's gonna come some time soon (hopefully).
This post is about words. Words are funny things. They have set meanings, they have implied meanings, they have inferred meanings...they have the meaning we wish we could convey but we can't find the right word so we say the wrong word. They have the meaning that we want to hear instead of what we actually hear.
Words are powerful. And the lack of words is also powerful. And right now, I find myself to be enslaved by words.
Words I've said and regret.
Words I can't seem to say but desperately wish I could.
Words that I wish other people would say but don't.
Words that other people do say that I don't want to hear.
Words.
They follow us everywhere .
One of the words that is particularly haunting me right now: Hope.
Hope is a funny word. I mean, it has this strange power over us. When we have hope, when we speak of hope, we become optimistic. Hope gives us something to look forward to in the darkest of situations. It keeps people moving when they think they can't go any further. But hope can also be a sneaky little jerk. It leaves you clinging on to the edge of the cliff when really you should have let go a long time ago. Hope is that quiet whisper, telling you maybe there is a chance...when reality is repeatedly smacking you in the face, trying to rouse you from a cloudy stupor. I'm not really sure which version of hope is better or if you can really compare the two. Hope has brought me great joy and it has brought me great pain. But I think that's kind of the beauty of hope; because if you truly believe in the power of hope, even when it let's you down, you have to realize that it will pick you back up again.
And what about if/but?
These two words drive me crazy. "if" this was different then... or "blah blah blah is true, BUT....blah blah blah" The fact of the matter is our world isn't black and white. It's red and green and purple and orange and brown. So many times I want to believe if something is so, then it is just that. BUT (ugh I hate it) life isn't always what we want it to be. And regardless of desires and wants, there are harsh realities that we have to face. As much as I want to believe we could live in a world without ifs and buts, we just can't. Because circumstances change everything. And just because you want something to be so, doesn't mean it will be. You may think you have all the answers, but guess what? Someone else thinks they have the answers too. And well, life isn't as easy as bubbling in C. Our varying opinions and beliefs are what give life to ifs and buts. And as much as I hate hearing ifs and buts, I would never want to live in a world where they don't exist. Because then we wouldn't have choices.
Another funny word? Love.
What is love? I mean really? We throw around the word love so much. Heck, pretty much every person I talked to today, I told them I love them. And I mean, I do love them and I do love a lot of people. But I also said I loved the dinner I cooked for myself. And I could say that I loved the book I finished reading. I love strawberries. I love the Angels. I love sunshine. But what is love? Scientists will tell you its some chemicals firing around in your brain. Cool. Romantics will tell you its "just a feeling...you'll know it when you feel it". Well, I don't know if I've ever felt love before. Well, that's not accurate to say. I've definitely felt love...but have I been in love? That I can't answer. Will I know it when it happens? Again, I don't know. I've been wondering a lot lately about what love is. Sometimes I get this idea that love can't be one-sided. In order to truly know love, it has to be returned. If the object of your love doesn't know your feelings, and doesn't at least in some way, return those feelings (maybe not with love, but at least I don't know, acknowledgement?) then, is your love real? That, I really don't know. Sometimes I think that love has to be returned to be real; I mean, love is action. Its not enough to say it or feel it, you need to act it, live it, show it. Maybe love is what you make it to be. For one person, it could be the butterflies in the stomach, endless nights of thinking of the same person, stuttering through your words because your brain just turns to mush when that person talks to you. For others, it might be based on practicality. Can this person provide for me? Will I be happy with this person? Do we get along? Can we resolve arguments? I think any sane person would have to combine a little of all of that to find "true love". There's no fun in just looking at the facts of the matter and it is incredibly foolish to jump head into something due to a fluttering in your tummy.
A word that I like: ominous.
When you hear that word, doesn't it just kinda give you goosebumps? When I hear that word, I instantly picture a storm rolling in on the horizon. Dark clouds...the beginnings of wind...maybe a few rain drops. And then before you know it that storm is right upon you and you are stuck in this flurry of a world with pounding rain and screaming winds and roads become mud pits and its just pure chaos. Maybe its just me.
There are so many other words that keep playing through my mind.
Time. Distance. Forgiveness. Friendship.
What each of these things means to me. How my meaning may relate to another person's meaning. How differences in meaning can tear people apart, or how similarities can bring you together.
Time can easily be your friend or your enemy. Time goes too fast...it goes too slow.
Distance. Man, has that word been a major pain in my butt for the last year. Moving half way around the world, well that's quite a large distance. And it strains relationships. But, when the distance grows larger from one thing, it grows closer to another thing.
Forgiveness. It's easier said than done in most cases. When we seek advice, it's always so easy to say, well just forgive. But when it comes to actually having to forgive, we shrink up. I don't want to be a slave to the shadows of my past, begging me for forgiveness. And I don't want to be on the other end, begging for a second, third or fourth chance. But the longer we hold on to those grudges, the longer we'll be weighed down. And forgiveness doesn't have to be followed by acceptance. It is such a double edged sword because any time we are wronged we want justice, and we want those who wronged us to suffer. But when we have wronged another, we will grovel and beg until forgiveness is granted.
Friendship. I wish I could say that every friendship in my life was perfect. But its not. And I'm pretty sure all my friends can attest to that. I've lost friends, gained friends, just like everyone. I've been "friend dumped" and I've "dumped" a few friends myself. And well, no matter how you shake it, it always sucks when a friendship ends. And the older I get, the more I realize that I have to fight for the friends that I have. We aren't in high school anymore where we see our besties every day and are guaranteed a minimum amount of time with them every day. We're adults now. We live in different states, countries, time zones.We have jobs and families and responsibilities. And I know this is an area that I have failed in. I took for granted people who were there for me and just figured that they would continue to be there for me when I got my head out of my butt. Well, people don't wait forever when you're being an idiot. But regardless of what has happened in the past and for the mistakes that were made, I know that I have been truly blessed to have all the friends that I have had and do still have. Each one has contributed to my life in numerous ways and I wouldn't be the person I am today without them.
And of course, I have to end this with my favorite word...
And its been my favorite word since 7th grade because I'm awesome like that.
BONANZA.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Endings and Beginnings
I've been thinking long and hard about what I would say when I would finally sit down and think about the last year and the year to come. Each time, I come to the same beginning, the same middle, and the same end. The year 2013 started for me with a road trip. We were going on a family trip to Lake Tahoe and I was trying my best to cherish each moment. Of course, constantly in my mind was the same thought: within the next month, I would be leaving for China. I remember sitting in the car and talking about all the food I would miss, chili fries, burgers, frozen yogurt, Starbucks...but what I wasn't thinking about was how much I was going to gain.
The next few weeks were a blur. I finished working, I moved out of my apartment and left San Diego, and I was essentially living out of my car and a few boxes and bags until the great departure. Every emotion known to man was coursing through my body during those days. Excitement, fear, happiness, sadness, curiosity; you name it, I felt it. Time seemed to be going at warp speed and slow motion at the same time. And then it was finally the day. February 13th was my last full day at home. I remember that day with such clarity. Having breakfast with my family, going bowling, visiting my grandma, running around like a crazy woman buying last minute things. And packing packing packing. You would think that a 6 month adventure would require sooner packing, but nope. I finished packing a mere few hours before I left for the airport. And then the most incredible adventure of my life began.
I remember the exact moment I knew that I made the right decision in coming to China. I was sitting on the beach in Hong Kong and finally the spark was ignited. I knew that my life would change before I left. I knew that I would experience new things, make new friends, lose some things and gain others. But it was that day on the beach that I realized just how much everything could change. It was that day that I fell in love. Now, this is hard to explain because I don't really understand it myself. Nothing really happened that day except a decision was made. I decided to embrace the saying "come what may." It was that attitude that helped me make every decision to come. It was that attitude that made me realize when I wrote in my journal on February 23rd "it's crazy how seriously I am considering returning to teach in the fall" I wasn't bluffing. And it made me realize the small spark from that day on the beach had turned into a flame. And the flame eventually became a fire. Most of my friends and my family thought I was crazy for wanting to come back. How could I know after 2 weeks that I wanted to stay in China? I mean even I thought I was crazy. Its difficult for me to put into words how I knew. Because sometimes in life, you just know. I guess its how all the fancy authors describe falling in love. Or all those songs you hear on the radio and you wonder how the lyricist managed to put into words your indescribable feelings. Well, I just knew. I truly believe that my path to China was paved by God. And the roots that I have now established here are also due to Him. That is how I know I am doing the right thing. That is why I know that I am meant to be here. I don't have all the answers yet. I don't know if I'll be here for a year or two or maybe forever. But I do know that I couldn't throw away this opportunity or this life. It was a gift of change. It was an opportunity given to me to become the person I was meant to become. And slowly but surely, I know I'm becoming that person.
So I thought I had planned out what I wanted to say in this blog post and as always, I've gone off track and now need to find my way back. If I had to pick one or two words to describe 2013, I'm sure many of you who regularly read my blog or know anything about me could guess at least one or both of the words. I'll give you a hint...they BOTH start with "ch". Well if you didn't at least guess China, to put it bluntly you are an idiot. Obviously, the biggest part of my year was coming to China. If you asked my on the first day of 2013 while I was sitting in the car for hours on end, I could have told you the biggest part of my year would be China. But I definitely never expected I would be ending 2013 in China. If you told me that I would go back to China, I would have thought you were on crazy pills. As I said before, I knew China would change me, but I really didn't expect it to become so much a part of me. I didn't think I would want to stay or come back. But here I am, sitting in a Starbucks in Nanjing, listening to Mozart and blogging. I mean, honestly, who am I?!
And that brings me to my second "ch" word: CHANGE. Now change got the capital treatment because I think it actually played a bigger role in my life than China did. However, most of that change was due to China. So I guess they were both equally important. I have changed in so many ways that it would take not only my fingers and toes, but the hairs on my head as well to start counting them all. I know that most of my changes have been for the better, and I also know that I still have a lot of room to grow. Over the last month or so, I've been struggling with somewhat of an identity crisis. There have been so many changes that sometimes I really just forget who I am. And at times I've really struggled with trying to reconcile the "old" me with the "new" me. Sometimes I wonder why I've made some of the changes. Did I do it for myself? Was it a conscious decision to make the change or did it just gradually happen? What was my motivation for change or did I even have one? And are these changes even permanent or just a current fixture that will pass with time? I can't answer any of those questions. Well, maybe I could but I don't think the answers really matter. What does matter is that overall, I'm happy.
Now some of these changes are incredibly superficial and insignificant. Some are bigger and rather life-altering. For example, my favorite food is no longer...wait, what was my favorite food before? Um, I really loved spaghetti and I guess if I had to pick a favorite meal at home it would be my dad's grilled tri tip and potatoes...oh wait a second; while I was home, the thing I ate the most by far was El Burrito Jr...a surfer's special to be exact. I don't know how that didn't come to mind right away, it actually scares me a little to realize that I forgot how much I love bean and cheese burritos. But that just goes to show that now, without a doubt, my favorite food is di san xian. Or in other words, this magical Chinese dish comprised of eggplant, potatoes, and green bell peppers. It is amazingly delicious and I could eat it every day. It is just that good. Now I could go on forever in just how my taste palate has changed in the last year, but talking about food will only make me hungry and honestly, for you to know how many foods that I like now that I never liked before would just waste my time and yours. Others ways in which I've changed include more confidence, higher self worth, becoming a teacher, seeing the world, being more open to new ideas and thoughts and experiences. And as I already said, there are many ways in which I can continue to change. I've definitely become a more shy and quiet person, which is probably the biggest shock of all. I'm not as outspoken as I used to be. I've definitely lost some of my crazy spontaneity. Whether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. One of my other biggest changes is something that I wasn't sure I wanted to write about. But, everyone who reads this either sees my in person or sees my photos on Facebook so you probably already know so I figured why the heck not talk about it. This year, I have some how managed to do something that I have tried and failed to do for quite a long time. I've gotten healthier and I've lost some weight. And I mean, to not beat around the bush, I've lost over 60 pounds. Which is pretty crazy and cool I guess. I mean, it's a big deal. It's just weird to think about. I didn't try or do anything different except I moved to China. So let that tell you what you want it to tell you.
So the year of China and change, 2013 you have been one for the record books. I've made friends, I've lost friends. I've crossed things off my bucket list. I've seen the parts of the world that I never even imagined I would see. I have felt some of the greatest joy and some of the deepest sadness. I wouldn't change a single thing that happened. I know that it wouldn't be fair for me to hold 2014 to the standard set by 2013, but I think that from here on out, my life is just going to continue to get better. The changes I've made and that have occurred in my life really have given me a new perspective on life. I have found a new purpose, a new reason. And knowing that I am living a life that is making a difference, an impact, not only on my life but on the lives of others has given me the assurance beyond a doubt that 2013 has been the best year of my life so far. I can only hope that I can continue to grow in a positive way. I can only hope that 2014 will bring me the same blessings, the same happiness, the same sadness that has all contributed to the person I am right now in this moment. And I am most thankful that I have found my way back to living a more Christ-centered life. I have plenty of room for improvement, but my greatest blessing has been finding myself through Him again.
2013, I salute you. 2014, I welcome you with an open mind, open heart, and open arms.
The next few weeks were a blur. I finished working, I moved out of my apartment and left San Diego, and I was essentially living out of my car and a few boxes and bags until the great departure. Every emotion known to man was coursing through my body during those days. Excitement, fear, happiness, sadness, curiosity; you name it, I felt it. Time seemed to be going at warp speed and slow motion at the same time. And then it was finally the day. February 13th was my last full day at home. I remember that day with such clarity. Having breakfast with my family, going bowling, visiting my grandma, running around like a crazy woman buying last minute things. And packing packing packing. You would think that a 6 month adventure would require sooner packing, but nope. I finished packing a mere few hours before I left for the airport. And then the most incredible adventure of my life began.
I remember the exact moment I knew that I made the right decision in coming to China. I was sitting on the beach in Hong Kong and finally the spark was ignited. I knew that my life would change before I left. I knew that I would experience new things, make new friends, lose some things and gain others. But it was that day on the beach that I realized just how much everything could change. It was that day that I fell in love. Now, this is hard to explain because I don't really understand it myself. Nothing really happened that day except a decision was made. I decided to embrace the saying "come what may." It was that attitude that helped me make every decision to come. It was that attitude that made me realize when I wrote in my journal on February 23rd "it's crazy how seriously I am considering returning to teach in the fall" I wasn't bluffing. And it made me realize the small spark from that day on the beach had turned into a flame. And the flame eventually became a fire. Most of my friends and my family thought I was crazy for wanting to come back. How could I know after 2 weeks that I wanted to stay in China? I mean even I thought I was crazy. Its difficult for me to put into words how I knew. Because sometimes in life, you just know. I guess its how all the fancy authors describe falling in love. Or all those songs you hear on the radio and you wonder how the lyricist managed to put into words your indescribable feelings. Well, I just knew. I truly believe that my path to China was paved by God. And the roots that I have now established here are also due to Him. That is how I know I am doing the right thing. That is why I know that I am meant to be here. I don't have all the answers yet. I don't know if I'll be here for a year or two or maybe forever. But I do know that I couldn't throw away this opportunity or this life. It was a gift of change. It was an opportunity given to me to become the person I was meant to become. And slowly but surely, I know I'm becoming that person.
So I thought I had planned out what I wanted to say in this blog post and as always, I've gone off track and now need to find my way back. If I had to pick one or two words to describe 2013, I'm sure many of you who regularly read my blog or know anything about me could guess at least one or both of the words. I'll give you a hint...they BOTH start with "ch". Well if you didn't at least guess China, to put it bluntly you are an idiot. Obviously, the biggest part of my year was coming to China. If you asked my on the first day of 2013 while I was sitting in the car for hours on end, I could have told you the biggest part of my year would be China. But I definitely never expected I would be ending 2013 in China. If you told me that I would go back to China, I would have thought you were on crazy pills. As I said before, I knew China would change me, but I really didn't expect it to become so much a part of me. I didn't think I would want to stay or come back. But here I am, sitting in a Starbucks in Nanjing, listening to Mozart and blogging. I mean, honestly, who am I?!
And that brings me to my second "ch" word: CHANGE. Now change got the capital treatment because I think it actually played a bigger role in my life than China did. However, most of that change was due to China. So I guess they were both equally important. I have changed in so many ways that it would take not only my fingers and toes, but the hairs on my head as well to start counting them all. I know that most of my changes have been for the better, and I also know that I still have a lot of room to grow. Over the last month or so, I've been struggling with somewhat of an identity crisis. There have been so many changes that sometimes I really just forget who I am. And at times I've really struggled with trying to reconcile the "old" me with the "new" me. Sometimes I wonder why I've made some of the changes. Did I do it for myself? Was it a conscious decision to make the change or did it just gradually happen? What was my motivation for change or did I even have one? And are these changes even permanent or just a current fixture that will pass with time? I can't answer any of those questions. Well, maybe I could but I don't think the answers really matter. What does matter is that overall, I'm happy.
Now some of these changes are incredibly superficial and insignificant. Some are bigger and rather life-altering. For example, my favorite food is no longer...wait, what was my favorite food before? Um, I really loved spaghetti and I guess if I had to pick a favorite meal at home it would be my dad's grilled tri tip and potatoes...oh wait a second; while I was home, the thing I ate the most by far was El Burrito Jr...a surfer's special to be exact. I don't know how that didn't come to mind right away, it actually scares me a little to realize that I forgot how much I love bean and cheese burritos. But that just goes to show that now, without a doubt, my favorite food is di san xian. Or in other words, this magical Chinese dish comprised of eggplant, potatoes, and green bell peppers. It is amazingly delicious and I could eat it every day. It is just that good. Now I could go on forever in just how my taste palate has changed in the last year, but talking about food will only make me hungry and honestly, for you to know how many foods that I like now that I never liked before would just waste my time and yours. Others ways in which I've changed include more confidence, higher self worth, becoming a teacher, seeing the world, being more open to new ideas and thoughts and experiences. And as I already said, there are many ways in which I can continue to change. I've definitely become a more shy and quiet person, which is probably the biggest shock of all. I'm not as outspoken as I used to be. I've definitely lost some of my crazy spontaneity. Whether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. One of my other biggest changes is something that I wasn't sure I wanted to write about. But, everyone who reads this either sees my in person or sees my photos on Facebook so you probably already know so I figured why the heck not talk about it. This year, I have some how managed to do something that I have tried and failed to do for quite a long time. I've gotten healthier and I've lost some weight. And I mean, to not beat around the bush, I've lost over 60 pounds. Which is pretty crazy and cool I guess. I mean, it's a big deal. It's just weird to think about. I didn't try or do anything different except I moved to China. So let that tell you what you want it to tell you.
So the year of China and change, 2013 you have been one for the record books. I've made friends, I've lost friends. I've crossed things off my bucket list. I've seen the parts of the world that I never even imagined I would see. I have felt some of the greatest joy and some of the deepest sadness. I wouldn't change a single thing that happened. I know that it wouldn't be fair for me to hold 2014 to the standard set by 2013, but I think that from here on out, my life is just going to continue to get better. The changes I've made and that have occurred in my life really have given me a new perspective on life. I have found a new purpose, a new reason. And knowing that I am living a life that is making a difference, an impact, not only on my life but on the lives of others has given me the assurance beyond a doubt that 2013 has been the best year of my life so far. I can only hope that I can continue to grow in a positive way. I can only hope that 2014 will bring me the same blessings, the same happiness, the same sadness that has all contributed to the person I am right now in this moment. And I am most thankful that I have found my way back to living a more Christ-centered life. I have plenty of room for improvement, but my greatest blessing has been finding myself through Him again.
2013, I salute you. 2014, I welcome you with an open mind, open heart, and open arms.
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