When do we decide adulting means being serious all the time to the point of grumpy, carrying so much stress around in our bodies that it causes disease, barely sleeping, over caffeinating etc. The phrase you hear everyone saying is “i’m so busy, or so overworked” as it’s a state to attain. When did the meaning of success shift to this.
My goal for 2018 is to make pleasure and joy my goal. Like that meme of Kate Moss on instagram why can’t I have fun all the time! Well perhaps minus the booze and cocaine. Saying yes to more fun and more adventures. It’s past 2 am, and I’m planning a grand escape with one of my dear friends, somewhere sunny, quiet (hopefully!).
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. – F. Scott Fitzgerald
Recently I realized this is the first year I took a few actual, real vacations Santa Monica, London, Barcelona, Paris, Figueres. I still have a Figueres guide coming! The years before all my travel was more of a workation. It’s good to be driven and have dreams we aspire to, but it’s more important for our mental health to create a divide between work and personal life.
So maybe I shouldn’t bring my macbook into my bedroom and send emails from bed as per feng shui.
These photos below were taken by my photographer friend Juhn Kwon, who is super lovely and lives in Korea Town in Los Angeles. We first met earlier this year in January, and when I headed to take a week to myself after my mother’s passing in June, Juhn decided it could be nice to capture photos in the morning. This beach was literally in front of my apartment in Santa Monica that my friend Brad was gracious enough to let me house sit while he headed out east.
There’s something so divine about heading to the beach in the morning around 6 am. On this day in Santa Monica, not so far from the famous pier, there were only a handful of surfers, who crazy like me and my friend were trying to capture the magic of a beautiful grey morning. The waves were pretty high and majestic which I don’t get to experience in Vancouver. I took this 10 day trip by myself, and made it a point to journal everyday and get to at least one yoga class a day. This way part of my healing process after my mother’s passing. One of the things I’ve come to realize over the years, solitude is not that scary, quite comforting actually and healing if you want it to be.