It’s December 1st.
I woke up around 10 a.m. thinking about new year’s resolutions—whether I would do them, if they worked for me in the past, where I’d find motivation to keep up. Lately, I’m grateful for more time to rest, but I’m also restless—wondering if I am falling short of the enlightenment I’m striving for. I don’t expect myself to start a cultural revolution, but I hope that I won’t fall into default living, the kind where I rely on default behaviors and frequently change my opinions based on what’s in front of me. I hope that as long as I’m kicking, I’m alive.
Elisa is a Vietnamese-Canadian writer and editor. Her work focuses on familial love, self-discovery, and immigrant experiences.