so...
i figure now is as good of a time as any, but i would like to start writing in this journal again. I recently re-signed my current contract to stay another year in Korea (july09-july10). i have a 2br apartment right outside Seoul, though, so if anybody wants to come visit, there's plenty of room!
One Year in Korea: A Manifesto (or Read This in Case of Depression)
I refuse to accept disappointing circumstances as static, permanent, or otherwise unchangeable. While it is tempting to give in and let these obstacles consume me, ultimately change will only come after I will it into existence. (I can haz future suksess?)
If a school doesn’t want me this fall, or if FOUR schools don’t want me this fall (it ain’t nothin’ but a number, baby), I will simply find one that does for next fall. No one said that grad school acceptance was the almighty arbiter of accomplishment. “Simply adjust one’s parameters to fit the new information,” the Vulcan I wish I were replies.
Life in a foreign country can be numbing in many respects; I will break out of the routine and rut to challenge and better myself. Survival Korean is no longer enough, and truly, I would like more to show for four years than just “hello,” and “I would like the bibimbap, please.” (Hangul, chu seh yo!)
Additionally, my mind is rusting and showing its age. Stimulating my creative impulses by seriously devoting myself to writing will not only ameliorate this condition but hopefully serve as a lucrative byproduct of my mental flexing. (Books and money are both printed on paper, you know)
Finally, the boyfriend weight has got to go. It’s too easy to sit back and say “I have nobody to impress or look good for anymore, so why bother?” but ultimately, it’s about having a healthy body to go with the mind. (I’m counting down the days until they invent a mental colonic!)
Putting myself on the path to mental, physical, and vocational wellness this year might just be the foundation that supports me for the rest of my life. As a wise philosopher-king once said, “My answer is to bring them on.”
One Year in Korea: A Manifesto (or Read This in Case of Depression)
I refuse to accept disappointing circumstances as static, permanent, or otherwise unchangeable. While it is tempting to give in and let these obstacles consume me, ultimately change will only come after I will it into existence. (I can haz future suksess?)
If a school doesn’t want me this fall, or if FOUR schools don’t want me this fall (it ain’t nothin’ but a number, baby), I will simply find one that does for next fall. No one said that grad school acceptance was the almighty arbiter of accomplishment. “Simply adjust one’s parameters to fit the new information,” the Vulcan I wish I were replies.
Life in a foreign country can be numbing in many respects; I will break out of the routine and rut to challenge and better myself. Survival Korean is no longer enough, and truly, I would like more to show for four years than just “hello,” and “I would like the bibimbap, please.” (Hangul, chu seh yo!)
Additionally, my mind is rusting and showing its age. Stimulating my creative impulses by seriously devoting myself to writing will not only ameliorate this condition but hopefully serve as a lucrative byproduct of my mental flexing. (Books and money are both printed on paper, you know)
Finally, the boyfriend weight has got to go. It’s too easy to sit back and say “I have nobody to impress or look good for anymore, so why bother?” but ultimately, it’s about having a healthy body to go with the mind. (I’m counting down the days until they invent a mental colonic!)
Putting myself on the path to mental, physical, and vocational wellness this year might just be the foundation that supports me for the rest of my life. As a wise philosopher-king once said, “My answer is to bring them on.”