Sunday, January 15, 2023

Living Life To The Full

Living life to the full, or trying to anyways, means being open to experiences. To see things through different lens. Embracing the good in life and counting the small things as joy. Having resilience when life is tough and moving forward from bitterness, shame, and hurt. You can't change your circumstances but you can change your outlook. Given the right tools and searching for more. I aim to have that kind of experience, in my own way. I had that at one time but then it got buried deep underground. It didn't receive enough sunlight and TLC. It would sprout but shortly after scatter, wither, or get eaten away.

Years later though, after having a good support system and experiencing different things, seeds were planted within the soil and grew overtime. And it's produced blossoms and more blossoms until it began to bear fruit. Each day has taken a new meaning now. Though imperfect, I hope to live with best intentions, for the greater good and to live sensibly.

My days are numbered, but there's just so much to see, do, and hopefully invest in building a legacy to pass on and inspire others. Nobody is guaranteed tomorrow. It may be your last. Death is no stranger to anyone. With that in mind, it's important that you make it count.

Be thankful. Be kind. Be humble and teachable. Be intentional. Be wise. Be a light to someone's darkness. Be someone who strives to make a difference. Doesn't matter how big or small. More importantly, let your love shine bright.

-Jen



Saturday, January 14, 2023

Becoming Stronger


Ya know, I have to say that I’m proud of myself for how far I’ve come. For realizing how much weight I was carrying that wasn’t meant for me to carry, and finally giving it up in surrender acknowledging things that are out of my control. For me, it was a struggle for control that kept me in an ugly cycle of bitterness, retaliation, and anger towards someone who has done me and others wrong. I was deluded thinking my vengeful and hateful rants would change a mean and awful person. And score points in feeling like I had the upper hand.

My drive for perfectionism and “winning” a battle that could never be won realistically speaking, pushed me into a chaotic, obsessive, and venomous cycle that put me at this person’s level of belittling, filth, and cruelty. In trying to “even the score”. I was gaslighted, manipulated, dominated by my fairly large obsession and messed up psychologically. And this evil person thoroughly enjoyed seeing my rants and feeling dominant by that. And was quite satisfied in seeing my mind consumed by him because it gave him attention. Attention and control. A person can only change IF they absolutely want to. No amount of shaming, hurt, and guilt tripping will accomplish that. I’m really glad I escaped from that destructive bondage thanks to God and some good people telling me over and over that this person isn’t worth my time and energy.

At the time, I acknowledged he wasn’t worth it yet that didn’t stop me from spewing more boiling hatred towards him. Only to feel guilty later because of the “good times” I’ve shared with this person in the past. Had me spiraling in confusion and doubt. Wondering if this person truly has changed like he insisted he has. But later I accepted it was all a lie. A vicious and cruel lie he’s fed to many others to get away with exploiting and abusing them. And I needed to let it go because of the damage it was doing to me. All for the sake of righting a wrong and being unsatisfied with how lucky he has managed to escape the law and consequences.

I honestly believed God was shining divine luck on this guy for allowing him to continue getting away and rewarding him. Which pissed me off more than anything. So much so I was very determined to take matters into my own hands to properly ensure justice would be carried out. Not caring how consumed and unstable I was. Looking back now, I wish I could undo things but I’m quite proud of what I learned in the process and realizing how I can help others in similar situations. None of this was all in vain.

Here’s what a friend of mine had to say: “I’m a firm believer in “nothing happens for *no* reason”. God ALWAYS has a reason, even if it’s frustrating or causes us pain. We grow and become stronger. While I’m saddened by the fact you experienced this kind of cruelty, I’m glad you’ve come out smarter and stronger!”

And that’s where I’m at, folks! I’m getting stronger day by day and I can definitely see changes and progress in my life! Life sure is looking better and more colorful and sunnier. The song “A Little Bit Stronger” by Sara Evans sums it up pretty well, I think.



Monday, January 9, 2023

I'm 30 And Still Single

Well, it's official, I've hit the three-zero mark. It really doesn't seem that long ago where I'm in my teens and twenties thinking how "old" being 30 is. It just seemed so far away, all I can say is I don't feel much different than I did back then. My body and health is still in good shape. I'm still a young kid at heart. I've been learning life lessons and getting wiser. I've found my dream job and I'm lovin' it! Yet the only thing missing it seems is a relationship with a man, BUT, I'm not at all worried. Should I be though? Maybe to a lot of people, I should. But the truth is, I'm genuinely content and at peace with being single. It gives me more freedom to work on myself, make up for any lost and missed opportunities, and more importantly-have FUN while living life to the full! Without adding any relationship drama or stress. 

While I know some friends who are happily married and lusting after each other, it's so common I feel like for many to give up and despair if they're unable to find someone suitable for marriage. And while I can understand to some extent how lonely and isolating that can be, personally, I feel it's so much better than marrying some loser or jerk and being miserable and stressed out. Or settling for someone who's boring and unattractive. 

It doesn't get easier when relatives or friends keep asking, "When will it be your turn?" Thankfully, I've not had a lot of people ask me that. They've been pretty respectful and understanding. And while I appreciate those playing matchmaker to help a friend out, honestly, it's not really something I need right now. That's not to say I hate dating or men, it's just that I'm not prioritizing or centering my identity around them. 

I don't need a man to complete me or make me feel validated and loved. If it ends up happening someday, great. It will be the cherry on top. But I can be satisfied without it. There is more to life than having a relationship status. I do believe it is possible to enjoy being single without letting it consume you. At the very least, I can say that I've already had my taste of what could have been a sweet, fairy-tale romance in my life. Would have been great if it wasn't illusive but genuine, but for me, it's enough. My cup is already full and overflowing. Cheers to celebrating me turning 30! And for the record, 30 is now the new 20 ;)  

Saturday, January 7, 2023

How I Obtained More Joy And Freedom

I've been on a journey, a rough journey that is long and narrow with winding roads full of thorny paths and obstacles at every turn. Wanting so badly to soar into the sky like an eagle flying with wings spread wide apart, tasting the sweet air around me as I breathe the scent of FREEDOM. Wild and adventurous freedom and joy. I've been wandering aimlessly for years, like in a desert searching for water. The thirst burning in my throat as I reach for the oasis out in the horizon, only to realize as I try to get closer that it's only a mirage. Out of reach for me to obtain. Which pretty much sums up my life. 

As I've navigated this reality of mine, I've seen people's lives painted on wide canvases, brimming with all the pleasures I've wanted. The pain welling up inside me as I was made to watch. Tightening my chest as I held back my tears, always being compared to this or that. It was very difficult to be joyful, even pretend to have joy. I wanted so badly to experience what they had, even if their lives weren't "perfect"...I knew it was still better. 

How God chooses to bless someone, wire them, and use them is off limits to our finite capabilities to understand. Sure, He absolutely ordained some people to walk a more difficult, painful, and lonely road than others. It's not very encouraging to hear for some, but who can really understand God and His ways? The truth is, nobody can. And the more you try to fathom the sovereignable mysteries of God, the more your search for answers remains unanswered. It is incredibly exhausting and frustrating, let me tell you lol.

I've wrestled with these questions and challenges numerous times, more than I can count quite frankly. But in my quest to obtain these answers and find the solution to have more joy in the midst of my unfavorable circumstances in life controlled by God Himself, I was fortunate to discover the missing pieces to the puzzle in 2020 during the year of the Covid pandemic.

It occurred to me while I was working a night shift at my job at the time. It hit me so suddenly and randomly, this yearning to create my very own ideal reality where I can have control over the things I couldn't. Excitement washed over me as my brain began formulating ideas to run with that would take me away into a place of freedom, joy, and much more! I returned to my desk typing away at the keyboard to write a story. A story documenting my life's experiences not controlled by God.

It's been freeing, therapeutic, introspective, and fun. Helping me compensate for things I was denied or deprived of. And also helped me to improve or redo some of my past by rewriting scenarios in a more idealistic way. For instance, in one story I'm working on, my first story I've started in 2020, I'm in Australia on a school field trip. I never went on a class field trip as a senior in high school. My classmates got to visit Colorado Springs for their trip while I spent my senior trip at a pavilion. Though I actually had a good time at the pavilion. I had fun and met people who I got to spend time with and be goofy around. Lol. While that in itself helped me make up for not visiting Colorado, I was able to enhance my experience by visiting Australia which sounded more adventurous and way cooler.

Stories have provided a great way for me to express myself and avoid unpleasant thoughts, the process of writing my stories have impacted my life in a similar way that anime has helped me escape from reality. For me, writing stories provided an escape from a cruel or disappointing reality in which I had absolutely no control over. Stories helped me to obtain what I lacked so much of due to God-ordained circumstances in my life and a fallen humanity which I had zero control over that has led to much heartache.

In my previous post, The Power of Stories, I mentioned how stories whether you read them by someone else or write them yourself, can leave an imprint on you. 
"Stories are a refuge for those seeking to escape from life's troubles into another place where they can be free to explore, create, and imagine endless possibilities and other worlds out there. Stories can provide comfort, laughter, meaning, and a belonging for the outcast. It bridges the gap for empathy, compassion, and understanding towards people of all ages, race, and backgrounds. Stories help foster and build community in the hearts of the lonely traveler aiming to find companionship. Stories have the ability to resonate with people and leave behind a legacy to be remembered." -Jen
So as you can see, I gain a lot through stories, and I've gained more as I'm writing my own. Here's what I've been gaining from them.
  • Control
  • Satisfaction
  • Accomplishment
  • Achievement
  • Adventure
  • Love
  • Passion
  • Security
  • Meaning
  • Discovery
  • Purpose
  • Hope
  • Identity
  • Fulfillment
  • Validation
  • Acceptance
  • Intimacy
  • Companionship
  • Inspiration
  • Imagination
  • Appreciation
  • Belonging
  • A new beginning
  • Empowerment
  • Confidence
  • Joy
  • Strength
  • Ambition
  • Transformation & growth
  • Freedom
  • Healing
  • Redeemed opportunities
  • Restored time
Stories have helped liberate me to find great treasures in the vast sea of the unknown just waiting to be discovered. Connecting me to people, places, experiences and a place to belong. Perhaps this is self-pity, but if it is, I don't mind. 

According to this article, self-pity can be beneficial to our mental health. (Job had tons of that in the Bible!) But pity parties can also be detrimental to our well-being and stagnate our development when we're not careful. It can breed depression, self-harm/suicidal thoughts, addictions, and more. For me, writing stories has proven to be a way better alternative to using drugs, having sex with multiple people and getting stds, consuming alcohol, overeating, or being suicidal. 

Stories have given me a unique way of finding and expressing my voice that was lost and forgotten by the harsh waves of a cold and dark reality or trampled by ever-growing weeds choking and tangling me. 


I've got plenty of ideas for upcoming stories I'm excited to embark on, no matter how long or challenging the process. I will not release them to the public as they are meant for me and myself only. It's my journey after all, a very personal and intimate journey. 

Now I will say if you're a Christian who's considering on embarking this path towards writing, my word of caution to you is that entertaining yourself through idealized fantasies can lead to idolatry, something God takes very seriously as He is a jealous God according to Scripture. (Exodus 34:14) While I may not have a great relationship with Him, there's always a price for disobedience. (Galatians 6:8) If your heart and mind (imagination) isn't guarded, it can lead you into dark places. Escapism can be healthy, but just like with most things in life, there's always pros and cons to be aware of

If your entertaining fantasies are leading you to sin against others or is preventing you from focusing on others through service, then either limit your time working on your stories or cut it off completely. "Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ."-(2 Corinthians 10:5 KJV) I didn't make the rules. Take it up with God if you're angry and upset. 

Remember, the purpose of writing stories is for enjoyment and relief as a distraction from a reality you cannot change no matter how frustrating or discouraging it may be. In my experience, it's helped me when I feel like God doesn't have my best interests at heart and nobody cares or relates. And when trusting Him is impossible. Sometimes, (not everyone will agree with me on this) it's good to step away from Christianity and church when you're dealing with mental health struggles. Especially during times when you're just not in a good headspace to process criticism or counsel from even well-meaning Christians. You may know how annoying and unhelpful it is when people give unsolicited advice or dismiss your problems by being preachy or casting judgement and accusations. Whether it's unintentional or not. Like Job's friends in the Bible.

It's hard enough as it is facing a reality that is overwhelming and painful, leaving you with questions and praying and meditating on Scriptures won't change the unchangeable. They can in some situations, but not the ones predestined by God. (John 21:21-22, Romans 9:20-21, Isaiah 45:9;11) You don't have to like or appreciate your circumstances or what God is doing (or isn't doing). Just like Job 2:10, 1 Peter 1:6-7, and Luke 22:42 says. Trusting in God isn't easy when life is super challenging and it only gets more difficult as the journey gets harder, especially when people let you down or wave you off, but the simple pleasures of writing my stories have made my life more bearable and enjoyable. For that, I'm thankful.

Though my life is far from perfect or this ideal reality I've craved, I suppose if I'm able to make my realities come true through writing, then I'm grateful. And I can use the lessons as a guide to help me navigate the real world I live in with the tools I've gained and learned under my belt. Share that wisdom and joy with others to help them break free and spread their wings. While learning to practice contentment in my reality by remembering there are people out there who have it worse than I do and others, and counting my blessings for the little things I have. Which are helping me think less of my misfortunes. 

God hasn't made my journey easy, (and neither has this fallen world we live in) but at least I have opportunities to write my stories and enjoy them. And if it's helping me to appreciate the beauty more in this life despite the ugly and heartache, then I suppose it's worth it. 



Wednesday, January 4, 2023

The Power of Stories Saved Me


I like stories. Stories have the ability to take someone into a far away place to escape from life's troubles and provide temporary relief and comfort. That's what it did for Sayaka Murata, a phenomenal writer who authored Convenience Store Woman and Earthlings. Both are very good books. I'm currently reading her latest novel, Life Ceremony. She really has a way of capturing the reader with her words that draws them into her web of storytelling. Branded eccentric by many who have read her works, Sayaka doesn't shy away from originality and expressing her voice through her writing. Here's an interview of her sharing the impact stories made in her life. Her words truly resonated with me. 


Stories have always captivated me as a child. I really enjoy what they have to offer. Stories are a refuge for those seeking to escape from life's troubles into another place where they can be free to explore, create, and imagine endless possibilities and other worlds out there. Stories can provide comfort, laughter, a belonging for the outcast, and bridges the gap towards empathy, compassion, and understanding towards people of all ages, race, and backgrounds. Stories help foster and build community in the hearts of the lonely traveler aiming to find companionship. Stories have the ability to resonate with people and leave behind a legacy to be remembered. And I believe that when stories are being written by the pen in your hand, as you command and control the words on the page, it gives you more power and freedom to unlock your inner desires and express your deepest longings and dreams that can't be stolen from you. 

Since the Covid pandemic in 2020, I've actually started writing my own stories. It just occurred to me suddenly while I was working a night shift at my job and it gave me opportunities to type away at the keyboard, using and stretching my imagination. While I will never be as good as J.K. Rowling or Cornelia Funke, I found writing stories therapeutic, introspective, and fun as I'm thinking about and creating stories and characters in my head. I'm certainly not a professional writer or an English major, but ever since that night I yearned to begin writing. Not to make a name for myself but because like Sayaka, writing has helped me find liberation. Stories are powerful to the mind and can be used for our benefit and to help others. Through stories, we learn moral lessons, themes, are taught about life, about ourselves and about others. 

“When you read a novel, you might find something very true about yourself.”-Sayaka Murata

Monday, January 2, 2023

Living A Lonely And Misunderstood Life

Why are some people lonelier and more easily ignored than others? If you've ever wondered that same question yourself, know that you are not alone. It's true that there are people who experience more rejection than others, or are always overlooked, and are ignored by everyone around them. There could be lots of reasons as to why that might be. 

You might not be interesting or fun to be around. Your passions and interests are atypical, what I mean by that is that it's very singular and repetitive (doesn't automatically mean you're in the autism spectrum), you're not a good listener, you're a bully, you're dishonest, you're very insecure, you're too quiet, etc. The list could go on and on. 

I'll go ahead and tell you that even the most confident person you might know in the room, can feel like an outsider or misfit who doesn't belong. Doesn't matter their popularity status, or grades, or achievements, looks, personality, etc. The thing is, you can be in a room full of people or in a crowd and still feel like you're alone or don't have a place in this world. It's happened to so many of us, and if people are being honest, they'll tell you that. 

Still, there are people who experience this far more than other people. They've tried to fit in by being someone they're not, dressing the part, saying, thinking, and doing what they're told to be accepted. And while it may work temporarily, they usually end up feeling even more misunderstood or lonely than before. 

I've compared myself to lots of people, even the ones who appeared to share the same interests on social media on repeat or post the same thing over and over and over and they end up getting like 50 or 100 likes on each post whereas I only get 1 if even that lol. I've actually received more than just 1 like but still, it's in very small numbers. Some people just have more magnetic charm than others I suppose no matter their personality style, interests, looks etc. And that's all fine. I'm happy for those people who no matter who they are, where they came from, they're more easily included or accepted in a group than others. Even if at times, they feel sad, lonely, or misunderstood. 

Some people are just more set apart than others to walk this path that involves more heartache, rejection, and being misunderstood. Every person is unique by how their brain is wired, how they were raised, their experiences, etc. No two people are created the same despite similarities that may exist. I've really wrestled with self-loathing and disgust in myself for how God chose to wire me and ordain my path in which I had zero control over whatsoever. I'm not talking about choices I've made and consequences I've reaped, I'm talking about stuff that happened which is beyond my control. I've wondered, "Why do I have to be wired this way?" "Why couldn't my path be like this or similar to that person's path?" I truly don't know why. All I know is that the more I dwell on this, the more flustered, sad, and lonely I get.

So what might be the solution to all of this then? I believe the answer lies in being yourself and resting in contentment that you were created for something much larger than yourself. Even when it doesn't feel like or seem like that's the case. You have something to offer that this world needs whatever that is. Whether it's a passion for food, art, music, writing, literature, psychology, criminal justice, etc. Wherever your interests are, they exist for a reason. Even if you're a single-minded person who's passionately focused on one thing more than others, there's a place for you too. Even if that means you have to walk this road of being misunderstood by many along the way.

I'll share a funny story (well, it might not be funny to you). I remember seeing a therapist who suggested I had a very mild scope of Asperger's syndrome (which I know isn't called that now anymore). When I mentioned that to my psychiatrist who is very blunt and observant, he said, "Something is wrong with your therapist." I bursted out laughing after he said it. Lol. He asked me if I knew what Asperger's was and when I shared my knowledge, he sighed and explained what it was and assured me I didn't have it. He also told me to quit seeing that therapist. Reason I share this story is because it's so easy for people to be misunderstood as having this or that, or be diagnosed by others who tell them this is what they have or might have and that is the label that defines who they are. I've been mislabeled as bipolar (which my psychiatrist also confirmed I didn't have) or other things by people who have absolutely no understanding or knowledge yet think they're doctors or smarter than them. Thus try to assume and diagnose me. Lol. As irritating and funny (in a sad way) as it is however, being misunderstood is a part of life and some people experience that more than others. Why? I don't know. They just do. It's all a part of their life calling I guess.

Regardless, no matter how lonely or misunderstood I feel, I try to not let it bother me too much by focusing more on what gives me joy in life. And realizing that I have a gift to share with others, (as all of us do) and the only way I can fully live my part is by embracing myself with all the quirks and everything else, constantly strive for improvement by working on my faults, and use it to live life to the full. Whatever comes next will either try to bring me down or lift me up. In that case, here is a quote at the bottom to read over

"You know something, it’s not easy to break out of your comfort zone. People will tear you down, tell you you shouldn’t have bothered in the first place. But let me tell you something, there’s not much of a difference between a stadium full with cheering fans and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you. They’re both just making a lot of noise. How you take it is up to you. Convince yourself they’re cheering for you. You do that, and someday, they will."-Sue Sylvester, Glee

Sunday, January 1, 2023

New Year, New You

When bad memories start playing in my mind to keep me distracted from improving and growing in life, I try to remind myself that even though my past had unkind or ungenerous people, involved poor decision making, and tons of hurt. I am not defined by any one of those. I was simply human back then and I'm still human now. Even the people in my life who had a negative impact on me, are also dead just like my former self is dead as well. Whatever insensitive and demeaning or belittling communication (it's not just verbal) they've used and uttered about me or to me, whether it contained truth (nobody's perfect) or was branded misunderstood. They are dead too who only belong in the past, which is dead too. The past is history, but the lessons remain alive. 

No matter what memories and feelings try to remind me, I am not the same person I was years ago. I'm continuously learning and evolving every day. While it may not look like it right now on the surface, it doesn't mean nothing is taking place inside. Growth and transformation doesn't happen overnight. And even when nobody notices, it doesn't mean it isn't significant! Progress is still progress regardless. The good that came out of every circumstance or situation I've faced has taught me valuable lessons and wisdom. And how people talk, act or behave towards others says more about them and taught me how *not* to conduct myself towards others. It increased understanding and empathy to people of various backgrounds. Still a work in progress but every year adds more growth on top of the next. 

Despite the hurt or unforgettable memories (though the past is gone) I'm thankful to gain strength and improve in some areas. Even people's faults can help steer you in that direction if you let yourself be teachable in the process. Learn from your past, but don't live there. (Or try not to) #ANewYearANewYou