My mom tells me I use my car to escape. She’s not wrong. When I’m in my car It is one of the few times When I can go faster Than my mind can process My thoughts She never understood why. I would feel the need to escape Why the road was always calling Or … Continue reading I use my car as an escape
Day One: 433 miles Start: Camarillo, Ca End: St. George, Ut I woke up just before 7:00 am PST without an alarm. Actually — I take that back. I woke up at 4:00 am so anxious to get on the road, but fell back asleep knowing it was in my best interest to rest before … Continue reading Megan’s West to Midwest Road Trip: Day One. Camarillo, CA to St. George, UT
Today I am starting day one of being honest and being honest with kindness. For so long, I have prioritized kindness to the point where I have neglected honesty. As a result, the kindness I give can make the receiver feel as if it is artificial or even (I am ashamed to say this) manipulation, … Continue reading How do you practice honesty?
What is self-respect? To me, self-respect is knowing what is best for yourself and acting on it despite what others' might feel or think about your actions. Right now, I don't have self-respect, and I'm not sure why or how I have lost it over the past couple of years. I used to be able … Continue reading Asking for a friend: how do I start practicing greater self-respect?
Well, tomorrow is the day. I'm going back to see my birth country tomorrow.... and I haven't packed. I've been feeling a mixed medley of nervous, anxious and excited. Nervous, because I won't know what to expect, and excited because of the energy of being in a new place. My parents and I have been … Continue reading I’m going back to China for the first time since my adoption!
Sometimes we need to have others call us out on our shit. You'd think that as soon as we ourselves recognize our pitfalls, we'd do something about it. But other times, like this one, it takes someone else to notice and call you out on it. So here's the tea: Today, my mother confronted me … Continue reading Thanks mom, for this reminder.
I can’t imagine letting go of someone I have loved -- romantically that is. And I haven't had that experience yet. I’m 22 years old, by the way. I have never felt the heartbreak of losing someone I love dearly -- whether caused by death or a general fallout. And because I carry this fear … Continue reading Part 1: Afraid to lose you, whoever you are.
I moved to the states Because of state control Over a population Out of control But that’s not everything Everything could be Anything, Why was i given up? Up, they looked “This is the best for her” Her life will be better this way. Away we will give her, they said. And on July 5, … Continue reading I am Home: A Poem About Being Adopted
A gift I never gave to you remains in the box I bought it in.
A short poem about the significance behind a coffee mug.