The meaning of Life….

What does the meaning of life mean to you?  Set aside the short term goals and imagine not having your children to nurture and look after, what do you believe your purpose in life is? What motivates you on a daily basis?

Some say it’s their career. Some say it’s what comes during retirement. Can a person feel completely fulfilled believing that their sole purpose in life is to give their body, mind, and spirit to their job?

What about the rest who don’t find complete devotion & satisfaction to their career?

I lay here in bed thinking about this. It weighs heavily on my mind, like my soul is lost and doesn’t know what to grab a hold of.

God. I can hear some of my friends say, “Leave it in God’s hands. He has a plan for you. You may not see it, but just believe and have faith.” I have faith…..it’s what drives my beliefs, morals, ethics, etc. I was raised to worship something other than God so though I love and respect my friends dearly, I cannot fully comprehend their advice.

So with religion aside, I ask again, what does your life and it’s longevity mean to you?

about · psychology

Random Obsessions and Fleeting Interests… or Not?

I find it facinating how I have these thoughts, ideas, or obsessions that seem so random and fleeting. I thought it might be interesting to document my daily time and thought fillers to see if they are somehow related or come back around full circle at a later time.

Recently, my obsession has been/was resin crafts. All I could do was shop resin supplies (confession: I love researching and putting crap in my shopping carts, and I say “carts” since I’m almost always at any given moment shopping multiple websites, yet hardly ever actually buy anything), watch YouTube videos on resin crafting, and make resin pieces. I say, “was,” because I was super into it and then I researched, as I always do, and realized there’s a better resin out there that is quicker curing and seems like a better fit for my instant gratification personality type. So then, all of a sudden, I’m not into resin anymore.

Moving on to researching changing from selling dōTERRA (not as a business but as a way to get free/discounted essential oils) to possibly selling Young Living essential oils and toying around with the idea of creating a business of it (or supplemental income). Reached out to a friend today who sells Young Living and am anxiously awaiting answers to my questions to see if I should actually switch over.

Today, I also started obsessing over stamped metal. During my early morning  shower, I recalled a vendor I met at a craft fair at the hotel we stayed at in San Diego when we vacationed there last Fall, and fondly remembered how cool I found her jewelry creations to be and how I liked the fact that she was so portable and could create wherever she was with just a few tools. I like the idea of being portable and flexible and not being tied down to electricity or a certain piece of machinery or cumbersome supplies. So now I have a shopping cart (I really should say, “shopping cartS”) full of stamped metal supplies just waiting to be purchased.

So maybe as I document these thoughts, my true path may be revealed, or things may come full circle and explain something that didn’t make sense in the past. Maybe, just maybe, these thoughts and obsessions of mine are not so random after all?

depression · psychology

Just one of those days…

Today was just one of those days. You know those days that feel like much more work than it’s worth? It felt like I needed much more oomph just to push through and not give up and walk away. And I felt like I needed to muster up every last bit of what I had left in me… and it was only 2 hours into my work day. I felt myself digging deep… real deep. It got me through… at least until lunchtime. Then my favorite Korean food got me through lunch and the next couple of hours… until I felt like giving up again. So I went to spend a few minutes with my Grandma. And you know what Grandma told me when I (half) jokingly told her that I wish I could retire already (I’m 20+ years away from retirement)… she said I need to be grateful because there are many people out there who want jobs but can’t find one. And just like that, I felt better, and like my feelings throughout the day were insignificant.

And as I lay here with my son as he settles in for the night, my original post got erased, random letters got inserted, my phone fell on my face, my phone fell  on the floor (more than once), and at one point everything was highlighted blue. I might’ve nodded off more than a handful of times. Because I had one of those days… and having one of those days like I had today is exhausting.


Work and Depression


Right now, I have four other draft posts sitting unfinished on my other blog (mind you, I just started posting again on that blog only a week ago). And about 100 unfinished craft projects. Not to mention the thousands of dollars worth of crafting/artistic supplies I one day had big (huge) dreams for. I read this article that one of my friends posted on Facebook, and I felt like I totally could relate (minus the immigrant references, but I think I somewhat understand).


ADD · medication · parenting


So my 11-year-old son started Ritalin yesterday… just one day after he officially received his diagnosis of ADD (without hyperactivity). We have three more weeks of school and I want to see if this makes a difference before  summer comes and the expectations are less demanding. I’m still struggling with trying to figure out how I feel about this whole “meds” thing. A part of me is relieved that we finally maybe can “solve” the issues in school that have concerned me for the past five years. A part of me is still in denial that *my son* needs medication. Another part of me blames myself for not being able to “fix” him like I used to “fix” my patients (without medication). Overall, I think the strongest emotion I’m currently feeling is guilt. If it works, I’ll feel guilty for not agreeing to meds earlier. If it doesn’t work, I’ll feel guilty that we’re back to square one. If he feels any side effects, I’ll feel guilty that I couldn’t help him without meds. If it either works or doesn’t work, I’ll feel guilty that my job has always come first and that had I dedicated more time to him or had more patience with him, we wouldn’t be in the situation we’re in now. The rational side of my brain says that the worse thing we could do is to do nothing at all and that ADD is not the end of the world. I know these things, but the guilt’s got me in an irrational funk that’s hard to ignore. So here’s hoping for whatever Ritalin is meant to do for my son…

daily prompt

“Panicked” – Not Always Negative

For me, the word, “panicked,” initially evokes a negative emotion or makes me think of something that results from a negative experience. Analyzing the word in my own over analytical INTJ way (short from Googling it), I interpret panic to be accompanied by an elevated level of fear, physiological responses to this fear, and loss of control over mind and body. However, different from fear which I believe to be an emotional response to a scary stimulus, I feel a state of panic remains in place until an end goal is achieved or the cause of the panic is terminated. I’ve never experienced panic to the degree I imagine the word to be worthy of. I don’t recall a time I’ve ever felt panicked other than an experience that, in retrospect, ended up being super funny.

One Halloween in the late 80’s, BFK, a mutual friend, and I went trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. We came across a house with what looked like a life-sized scarecrow dressed in denim overalls sitting on a patio chair holding a bucket of candy. Wanting our candy, we approached this scarecrow. As my hand entered his bucket, I noticed the “hair” on his head moving. In a split second, he grabbed my hand and we all went running up the hill screaming, laughing, and crying all at the same time. I recall that in that moment, I might have felt a sense of panic until we were far enough up the hill that we knew he wouldn’t get us. Now looking back on that moment, instead of recalling the panic as a negative response, I recall how much we laughed afterwards and how we told the story over and over to anyone who would listen. It really was one of the funniest moments of my life!

via Daily Prompt: Panicked