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Decisions

I am at a juncture. I am at the end of my planned plans, one of my mental deadline of figuring things out. My original thought was to move to Seoul for a bit to work on my Korean. In the back of my mind, I wonder if this will lead to an eventual relocation.

Working in Korea sounds challenging. I wake up early, 5am early. Recently, it’s been 3am. Jeju-do is filled with tons of coffee shops. There are a few reasons for this, but the big one is that Koreans just don’t sleep. When I go to the coffee shop at 6am, I will see people in restaurants eating Korean BBQ and drinking soju! This has happened multiple times. There are a number of 24-hour coffee shops, and they are bumping. People work odd shifts. They study a lot. Overworking is a cultural phenomenon. Sadly, it’s a tough this to avoid when your life outcomes are so narrowly placed on tests and physical and other life attributes. The sense that you can just design your perfect life in a meandering way here is less prevalent than it is in the U.S. I feel extremely lucky in that regard. Continue reading Decisions

Typhoon morning

Last night, the wind was howling. The hotel was swaying ever so slightly. There was a typhoon overhead. Many of my Hacker Paradise mates were over at the other hotel, gathered to play Cards Against Humanity and drink.

I had devoured some “beef on the rice” in my room, splayed on my bed, chopsticks bobbing between kim chi containers, dyed yellow tart radishes, and my beef bowl. Then I went on a snack run to 7/11 and devoured my purchases.

Then, there was little else to do except waffle around. Continue reading Typhoon morning

Brief status update

I love being alone, but I have been a bit lonely the last few days. The irony is that sometimes the loneliest moments are those when you are among many people and yet missing some element of belonging.

The sun is shining, and it’s a beautiful day.

I’m finally thinking about work – partnerships, collaborations, solo work. Creative work. Business work. Projects.

 

Relationships with expiration dates

Over the past 2 years, I have (finally) been learning lessons of detachment, particularly in my romantic life. I wonder if it’s a good thing or not. It’s likely not obvious to most people, even those who know me well, but I possess a (hidden) deeply romantic streak. And I get into relationships easily.

In high school, I experienced love-at-first-sight. When we ended up together years later, I cried in an outpouring of emotion, scaring the crap out of him. Freshman year of college, I began what I would have never realized would be an 11-year relationship. I had my first real date at the age of 30. My first OKCupid date turned into a 9-month relationship! And so the story goes on. Perhaps it’s the Korean cultural influence. We are known for our ongoing tele-dramas, and the streets of Seoul are apparently lined with googly-eyed couples staring deeply into each others’ eyes, by one account.

I’ve always had a hard time letting go of people. My attachment circle is forever growing and rarely pruned, though like for most normal people, there are periods of intensification in certain areas.

People have told me I trust too easily. I let everyone in. I’m overly inclusive to a fault. Ever since I was a child, I always included everyone, particularly those who seemed to sit on the fringes. Come join us, I would say. This past Thanksgiving, for the Friendsgiving meal at my NYC apartment, the list of people coming started to amass and amass. My friend who was helping me cook at one point got so agitated that he said he would not be able to come. I had just boarded a flight going who knows where (my typical routine), and he asked if I had a minute to talk. He sounded strange and stressed on the phone. Continue reading Relationships with expiration dates

Whirlwind community

Week 2 in Jeju-do, South Korea has come and gone. The week was low on productivity and high in social and community activity. I have been feeling a bit burnt out from balancing a communal digital lifestyle with visiting guests and my personal goals.

The vibe here in Jeju has been jovial and warm. There are roughly 35 of us participating in a program called Hacker Paradise, a traveling community of “digital nomads” – freelancers, creatives, entrepreneurs, and other remote workers. At any given time, you can check Slack to see what people are eating, drinking, working on, and otherwise planning.This essentially serves as an open invitation for anyone to join. There is a fair bit of humor involved too – new emojis made, giphys shared, and lively banter (sometimes drunken, sometimes sober). I am personally part of a few different groups, including hiking, yoga, writing, music, saunas, drinks, working at cafes, waterfalls, sketching, and actually, quite a few more. Continue reading Whirlwind community

Week 1 in Jeju in photos

My week in Jeju.

1. Day1: Co-working, Korean classes, Korean food

Day 1 - Co-working, Korean, Food

2. Worked in a cat cafe before a Korean meetup with locals

3. Me sharing my plans and work during demos and reciprocity session

Me sharing at demos

4. FOOD

5. Hamdeok Beach

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6. Hiking part of the Olle trail

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7. Wandering and bar hopping

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Different sides of Jeju

Vertigo is physical and psychological. Fear of falling keeps us safe and holds us back. One distinct vertiginous memory takes me back to Jeju Island, the “Hawaii of Korea.” It was the early 1990s, my childhood pilgrimage to my ancestral country.

The Jeju of my memories was lush, green, virgin. We hiked up mountains, and at a certain point, while trekking to a waterfall, I had to tiptoe and jump from stone to stone across a river. I had never done that before, and I was exhilarated and dubious. Did people really do stuff like this or was I a real pioneer? It felt like I was breaking new ground, the champion of rock jumping. And as basic as it was, I was scared that I would be swept into the water and away. Some twisted part of me wanted it to happen.

My cousin was charged with taking us all around the country. Roughly a month of towing around two kids and my demanding mother. My current self feels grateful and horrified by the burden she had to carry.

A week ago, I landed back in Jeju-do. I have no family here (that I know of). Continue reading Different sides of Jeju

A moving day, a culture shift

When I was [some low numberish] old, I was ripped out of my NYC melting pot community and flung up the eastern seaboard into a Boston suburb. This is how innocence is lost.

I remember waking up to the sound of buzzing, crackling, and stomping on that fateful day. It was early (as it always was in my household), and as I stepped out of my bedroom, I saw that the house was nearly emptied. A few months earlier, I had similarly woken up to a residential transformation. New furnishings adorned all four levels. Beautiful artwork, plants, and matchy matchy furniture.

What a reversal. And equally unexplained. Continue reading A moving day, a culture shift

London Fashion Week

Fashion Week Presentation

On Christmas Day 2014, I was in bed at my dad’s place in Boston with my sister, looking dead. (I was the one looking dead, not her, in case that’s not clear.)

I was thinking ahead to the trip I would be taking 2 days later to Chicago to tell 50+ people, many of whom had worked for my company for decades, that they no longer had a job. This was one of my undercover priorities stepping into my new role as head of strategy and product development a few months earlier.

For months, I had to deftly juggle being effective in my external public-facing role so that I wouldn’t lose credibility while orchestrating the outsourcing of peoples’ jobs in the background. Almost immediately after taking my job, I had taken a trip to India and the Philippines to meet with vendors, flying to a new city every day. Three of these flights were overnight flights, all taken in coach over the course of a week. Needless to say, I was somewhat weary, though determined to do my very best. Continue reading London Fashion Week

What does it mean to be creative?

I finally got my hair cut in London. I was sitting (shaking) in the hair hoping the chick wouldn’t shred my locks into wispy frays. I opened up immediately and started telling her about how I quit my job and have been traveling the world. After a few careful questions and a pregnant pause, she politely asked, “Would you say that you’re going through a sort of crisis?”

I laughed. “Um, yeah… Actually, no. I would really call it more of a renaissance.” I explained that I used to be extremely stressed by the workload, travel, and culture of my old job. I wore suits and formalwear every day and sit in boardrooms with gray-haired executives who were meant to be my peers. My impetus for leaving? I just didn’t feel like me anymore. I wanted to do something “creative.”

Why do we create a division in this world between creative and not creative? What is not creative? Activities that are rote or analytical? Even when working on an assembly line, it is possible to innovate or bring a different process to what you do. In laziness even, there is great creativity. I spend countless hours in bed envisioning scenarios or creating meaning out of my disparate thought processes.

When I was in a corporate role, I felt that almost everything I did was creative actually. My days were spent figuring out how to creatively deal with people, build good-ish products, find white space to create competitive differentiation, build teams that were a good balance of skills and personality. Sometimes I drew things on paper or PowerPoint. Other times, I sketched things out in my mind. I created publications and marketing materials, websites, and product interfaces. Was that creative?

Maybe creativity is more about a spirit you bring to your endeavors? Continue reading What does it mean to be creative?

Everything catches up to you

It’s been a heady day already. I woke up at 4am with my stomach turning.

Tonight is another full moon. I thought about what Smiling Buddha had said to me in Bali. One day before, during, and one day after the full moon, it’s hard to sleep. So far, this seems accurate.

The tranquility I thought I had created and the inner “okayness” I was feeling was foundational and yet momentary. I was very happy being in London, taking a pause.

Then I started working crazy hours in preparation for London Fashion Week. I started to feel the memories and imprint of burnout creeping my up on me. I needed to slow down.

Then I received a note from my management company trying to evict me for AirBNB’ing my apartment, though the language wasn’t quite clear. I took down the posting. Continue reading Everything catches up to you

Boundaries

This period in London has been filled with silence, crazy work, and lots of personal lessons learned.

  1. At the age of 34, I’m finally starting to understand how to understand and set boundaries rather than accepting the weight of the world on my shoulders. I am starting to learn how to put my own well-being first rather than last.
  2. I’m learning about what I want and what’s truly important to me. I really don’t give a shit about having a good job in my own estimation and to the world.
  3. I am no longer afraid to fail. Well, I am, but not nearly as much.
  4. I am looking deeper into my essence and my childhood and dismantling the expectations I and others have put on me. For example, I’ve always loved music, art, creating. I’m doing more of that, and it is important to me to “achieve” anything other than my own happiness.
  5. The key to happiness (at least for me) has been in simplifying. When you get to a point where you don’t even understand your assets, expenses, obligations, and schedule, it really gets to be too much.
  6. I have started to understand how addiction to work is a form of emotional numbing.
  7. Friends are family (fortunately and unfortunately) for me.

Altruism can be a very good quality and yet, sometimes, we need to ask ourselves what lies underneath all that goodwill.

Fashion world immersion

September 10th already. I’ve been in London immersed in the fashion world for the past week helping to launch the fall collection for an emerging label for London Fashion Week.

Fabrics have swirled around me as dresses have come together, and I’ve been heads down for up to 16 hours a day costing garments, looking at patterns, setting prices, prepping for investor and buyer meetings, and creating line sheets in InDesign, among many other things. Multi-tasking while casting models for the Lookbook. Dressing and undressing some attitudinal and some nice models. Hair and makeup tests. Cigarettes on the roof. Stylists and set designers coming in. Meanwhile, the designer has come in and out sleeping 2-4 hours a night and jumping out for meetings with ambassadors, magazine editors, music people, and others. It is really a crazy world.

When I’ve had a chance to process, I’ll need to write a full debrief. It has been intense. Glamorous in a sense but also just intense.

I haven’t pulled a near-allnighter for work in a while and from an experiential point of view, that had some merit.