When I need that extra boost of inspiration or just to take a breather, I take a walk outside. Sometimes I have a destination, sometimes I don’t. I just walk and if I’m in the mood for it, I’ll take a few pictures or I’ll scribble a few notes down. Everything, the sights, the sounds, and the smells, inspire me when I’m out on a walk.
“After long last, my turn is up”
This was the ticket that was part of a series of exciting turns for me in the month of September. Earlier that month, I received a call about a resume I submitted months ago.
They wanted to meet with me and I was excited about it. This was the make-it-or-break-it interview, if I did well, I would land my dream job. If I didn’t, I would be devastated.
Fast forward a few days, I interviewed with them. The interview went well and I felt like I made an impression. At the end of the interview, they told me that they would call in a few days. Those few days were miserable and I was constantly on edge. Then they came and went. I didn’t get the call. A feeling of dread came over me, but I didn’t know for sure. So I decided to take the first step, I e-mailed my follow-up inquiry. Later that night, I received a call.
My interviewer broke the news. I didn’t get the job, she told me. But instead of just wishing me luck and ending the call there, she had news for me. There was a sudden opening, and she said recommended me. It turns out that I did make an impression with them and they wanted me to interview for that new opening. Again, they wanted to interview me in a few days.
A few days later, I interviewed for this other position. I felt like I nailed it. I even told a close friend that I felt like I landed it. I was over the moon. So, I got another call.
This time, I landed the job. They wanted me to start right away, but I was going to be out of the country. I thought they would flip out and turn me down. But they were cool about it, and told me to start the Monday I got back.
Fast forward two months, I’m loving my dream job and glad that no matter the hiccups or setbacks, I’m glad I went through what I went through.
I’m one of the fortunate ones that, when on vacation, happen to have a place by the beach. After a stroll on the beach with my cousin, he decided to take a swim and I decided just to stick to the shore. While I watched him swim and splash in the water, I stood by watching the waves and the other beachgoers. I happened to look at my feet and found this little plant growing amid the grains of black sand. It was a happy reminder that life can grown in the least likely of places.
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
―Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Prior to leaving Guam, most of what I ate was just Filipino, Chamorro, and American food. From time to time, I had Korean food and Chinese food, but nothing too far out there. Granted, when I was a teenager, I was fortunate to eat Italian food in Italy and French food in France. But other than that, nothing too exotic, just what was available on the island. I wasn’t that brave enough to try new cuisines.
That was until I met my A, my BFF (I mentioned her in my first “Of Hunger and Memories” post ). Well, she wasn’t my BFF at the time, but our friendship would soon flourish around food. On our first outing, she convinced me to have Thai food. I never tried it before, so I was apprehensive. She was a New Yorker whose taste buds were more sophisticated than mine, so I trusted her.
That lunch changed everything for me. My palate and taste buds would no longer be satisfied with just drive-thru food or chicken adobo. There were all these other flavors out there to taste and try. After that point, she encouraged me to try new things and I began to be less and less apprehensive. She had me trying Indian food, Pakistani food, and others that I can’t quite recall at the moment. A was there for me, through the sweet, salty, bitter, sour, and umami times. And though we don’t get to eat together like we used too, I’m thankful that I’ve met her.