This time last year, I was in China, celebrating a true Chinese New Year with my family for the first time in 20 years. My mom, Yeye (Grandpa), Nainai (Grandma), and Jiujiu (my uncle), Jiuma (his wife), their kids.
Oh god, my writing has slowed to a crawl. But I’ll try to not think too much about that. Now, on with it…
Three posts in and I’m already anxious about sharing. I guess I didn’t realize how psyched out I’d be by all the strangers reading my mundane thoughts. And it’s not even that many people—I’m just freaked out by the intimacy of it all. Textbook avoidant.
I made the following predictions in January 2019. As I describe in the linked post, it’s a blunt instrument for me to refine my understanding of the world, and reveal all the gaps in my knowledge. (It’s not meant to be punditry, or using serious issues as entertainment.) After publishing them quietly, I didn’t look at them for 11 months.
Every other year or so, I undergo the ritual of setting up a blog and posting a couple times, before I run out of things to say or get distracted or let anxiety build up and hold me back from continuing.
I’ve been playing a lot of guitar lately, often several hours a day. I haven’t ever taken lessons before, and I certainly don’t plan to. I’m not even trying deliberate practice; my guitar-playing is a study in deliberate mediocrity. I only play simple four-chord pop songs, with the same strumming pattern, while singing along. And I love it.
What better way to kick off my new blog than with a ridiculous post that will age terribly? I started writing this a month ago (Jan 12), and in revising this post, I’m already surprised by some of my old predictions and thoughts. I hope I look at this in a year, roll my eyes, and learn from my mistakes. If you’re looking at this and already rolling your eyes, congrats! You’re way ahead of me.