I took a break from writing. I had to recharge. I'm not saying that I had no time to write. (We have time. We choose our time.) This blog wasn't my priority at the time.
I decided to stop writing in May. I needed to process during this pandemic.
COVID is one to remember. The year is almost over. I'll be talking about the year 2020 to my future grandkids one day.
Where there's bad, there's good.
You pick a side. You are belonged, liked, and united.
You pick no side. You are an outsider.
You are forced to choose a side.
You have freedom of speech, religion, press, assembly and petition based on America’s First Amendment. You have the right (and privilege) to protest, rebel, and etc.
I respect your decision.
Last November, I began to declutter my material goods. I sold them through FaceBook Marketplace, or I donated them through Goodwill.
I first learned how to declutter from watching Netflix documentary, Minimalism. And reading Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing. And reading Greg McKeown’s book, Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less.
My mind was processing. Simplifying my life and other lives interested me. I challenged myself to understand, apply, and execute it.
I started to run a business on junking and hauling.
It did take time for me to pursue it. Because I was afraid of failure.
I watched Minimalism in 2017. I was astonished by it. During the film, one person talking caught my attention: “The average American household has more than 300,000 items.” I was surprised. But I wasn’t ready to declutter any of my possessions at the time.
I backpacked and solo traveled for the first time in 2018. I adjusted and lived their lifestyle. It’s not always about me. There’s more to the world than myself. I visited the Philippines, Spain, and China. I met locals, tourists, travelers, and others. Living an experience is more meaningful and powerful than buying a material good. That’s what I believe. We choose what we spend.
I decided to start my own business on June 2019.
This business can (possibly) work.
America is a consumerism country.
You buy and hoard. You are searching for your happiness. I junk and haul it one day for you. My job is to provide service for you. It’s a cycle. You are what keep the junkers/haulers as for myself at work. We are helping each other. Thank you.
I expect my business to fail along the way. Running a business is tough, or else everyone would be starting a business right away.
We shall see.
I tidy your way.
This COVID-19 pandemic crisis scares and worries me. Health experts and professionals don't have any answers for it yet. They continue to study, learn, and understand the coronavirus. Guns, bombs, or any other weapon can't kill the coronavirus. A vaccine for it hasn't been found yet. (That'll take about 12-18 months for it. We'll be lucky if a vaccine is found anytime sooner.)
We never came prepared for it. The coronavirus continues to get worst before it gets any better. Bill Gates knew it all along since 2015. (I only watched his video about a month ago.) It's a wakeup call for us. We should be ready for the next virus.
I'm back to blogging. I need it during this difficult time. It's my therapy.
I've never seen anything like this coronavirus before other than movies about disease outbreaks. Science is real. MERS, H1N1, SARS, and swine flu have happened throughout my life. But they didn't affect me.
People continue to die and suffer from coronavirus every day.
What you do today can affect or impact the world. This is life and death.
I never met you.
You were my first idol growing up. Because I wasn't born yet when Michael Jordan played in 1984.
You were the reason my 9-year-old self started watching, playing, and loving basketball.
I found out about you from my sister. She turned on the TV. We saw you wearing your Los Angeles Laker uniform.
You introduced me to the game.
I'm taking a break from blogging.
It's not you. It's me.
I'm not here to tell you what to do in life. I make mistakes too.
I've been honest and vulnerable to you since blog entry #1 Where Am I At Now?
I'm not telling you my life is complete. (It's not.) My life will never be complete. (It's impossible.) I'm not trying to seek validation and attention to you. (My ego would be talking if it is.)
I need to suffer in order to learn.
I suffered from losing a sister in 2003. She was my best friend.
My uncle took her life. I hated him. I wished, prayed, and begged for him to die. (He lost his life in 2008. I still couldn't accept my sister's death at the time.)
I learned how to forgive my uncle who lost my sister's life from blogging. It took me 15 years to forgive him.
I had a hallucinatory experience from drugs in 2015. (This will be one of my future blog posts.)
I suffered from the trip. I regretted it at the time. I learned from the experience. It unleashed my fear and paranoia for the first time. Because my ego would protect me from talking about them.
I discovered more about the trip as a meaningful and powerful experience from reading Michael Pollan's book, How to Change Your Mind. The book explained how psychedelic therapy can offer a spiritual experience.
The trip was therapeutic. It defined who I was as a person.
The movie is about an angry journalist being assigned to interview Mister Rogers. And he has to write an article about him.
I remembered Mister Rogers when I was growing up. But I didn't enjoy watching him. I viewed it as a corny, cheesy show. Because I didn't understand what Mister Rogers was explaining.
Before I watched Tom Hanks play Mister Rogers in movie, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, I read more about the life of Mister Rogers through Wikipedia.
He hosted the preschool TV series, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, from 1968-2001. Mister Rogers passed away in 2003 due to a stomach cancer.
Watching the movie made me understand who Mister Rogers was as a person on and off the camera. He was still himself.
Mister Rogers showed empathy and compassion around others. His motive was to service others, especially children, through his kindness.
I like this lady. She lives an hour away from me. We matched on Facebook Dating. And we have went on three dates. She's a full time student. And she works full time too. We continue to contact each other.
My feelings are talking now.
She won't be able to have any free time to see me for this year. Respect the lady.
My younger-self would blame her. I would assume she doesn't like me. And she's not into me. Then I would second-guess on her. Like it would be her way of saying no to me. I would think something is wrong with her or me.
My knees haven't given up on me yet.
I play pickup basketball for fun.
I still have the speed and quickness. I might have lost one step. Because I'm not getting any younger.
I always like going to my left. It's my strong side. Because I'm a lefty in basketball. (I play tennis with my right hand.)
My younger-self only relied on my drives and passes. These were my strengths.
I never bothered to take a jump shot, even if I were open. Because I wasn't confident. I believed my teammates would hate me. I wanted to impress my teammates with my strengths. I only took jump shots whenever I warmed up.