My dog is constantly showing me what it’s like to love someone unconditionally. Now that he’s getting old, I remind myself to appreciate every single moment I have with him.
Pickles have the power to elevate a simple dish (like rice porridge) into something wonderful.
Since we eat pickles with almost every meal, Ming and I have begun making our own. It’s so simple to do, I wonder why we didn’t start doing this earlier.
Our go-to recipe for pickled radish is: Equal parts simple syrup and apple cider vinegar with a teaspoon of pink salt.
When eating especially fatty dishes, I sometimes sip on the leftover brine just to cut the fat a little.
One thing I’ve learned in the last year is that sleep is valuable. The hustle culture sometimes romanticises sleeping four hours a night.
It’s not sustainable. On nights when I do stay up late, I try to let myself sleep in.
After a year of (f)unemployment, I’ve come to learn that I need to plan my yearly schedule and travel better.
I did some work over the year-end holiday because I still had deadlines to meet. Not everyone celebrates Christmas or the Gregorian New Year I guess.
Most of the time, I love the pleasure of unfamiliarity. But there are moments when it frustrates me, especially when it’s something I think I “should” know.
But rationally, why would I know how to use a digital drawing tool?
I’m reminding myself that it’s okay to give myself room to be an absolute beginner, that practice makes progress.
One of the reasons I struggle with visual content is because I tell myself that I suck. I ask myself why do it if I’m no good at it.
But I also remember a time when I didn’t write well. When all I had were ideas that I couldn’t find the right words to describe.
“Just start, just try,” I told myself then.
This year, I’m telling myself that again.