I stopped recording. As usual, I said: "No excuses" at the end of my video. For the hundredth time. Probably more.Don't quit. Don't stop. Keep showing up.I've said it all over the past year. As if I'm on some hero's journey.Pretending to ...
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I was disappointed.I'd worked pretty hard to learn the curriculum for my Shodan and could present it well above what the grade required. And in my mind, I'd played out that I would be receiving at least my Shodan rank (equivalent to ...
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Mindful Eating, Restraint, and Enryo. I thought they were going to be from Tibet.A Vietnamese friend had invited me to a Buddhist gathering in Little Saigon (Orange County), and somewhere between my reading the Dalai Lama’s writings and expressing mild interest in ...
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I was the only kid in my group who actually did martial arts, and I was the last one to see The Karate Kid. By two years.Go figure.By the time I caught it on VHS, my friends had already ruined the ending, ...
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Behind the Kitchen Door.The Japanese have a term, kitsui shigoto.Hard work. Dirty work. The kind that doesn't wash off easy.I thought I knew what it meant.I'd spent weekends scrubbing pots and pans in my father's restaurant since I was nine, standing inside ...
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