…and welcome to my brand-new site! I’m very excited to launch this new blog and share my works and thoughts with you.
You can go to the About page for more on how this blog came about and peruse the Contents list on the right for easier browsing.
I’ve mostly been focusing on Project: 60 Hours of No Human Contact, and you can read the entire series here. Now that that’s over, I hope to spend the next few weeks fine-tuning some of the prose and poetry I’ve been working on.
My goal for now is to update the blog with new content at least once a week, even if it’s only one line (baby steps, right?). I’ll also be re-publishing old content from elsewhere.
Since I won’t be able to post as frequently as I’d like, I will be updating this news post regularly with my progress in writing and living.
Thanks for visiting, and come again!
After 60 hours of no (voluntary) human contact, I feel refreshed and calm. I did nearly have a breakdown about 17 hours in, but I worked through it, and I felt much better afterwards. I felt energized.
Although I had to break my rule of not talking to anyone by answering some important phone calls and making a visit to the doctor, I’m not disappointed because the point of this experiment was not to cut off all human communication, but to take a much-needed retreat and reevaluate certain things in my life.
So here’s what I learned:
- Life’s better when it’s slower.
- Sometimes it’s better to retreat within than to voice concerns.
- When you can’t find inspiration around you, visit your memories.
Maybe these are obvious, but they weren’t obvious for me, and though I didn’t get to write as much as I would’ve liked during this experiment, these realizations alone made it valuable. In fact, I think I’m going to set aside a time daily or weekly to do this, so I can escape obligations for just a little while and do a mental reset. Just like Sheldon and his locked room.
Old me: “I have to talk to someone about this!”
New me: “No you don’t. But you could write about it.”
I just got back from the doctor’s office, and I’m sicker than I thought, so I won’t be able to do much work on here today. Sad. 🙁
12:30am: Woke up from light sleep, had a snack, and took more meds
4:00am: Still can’t sleep. In too much pain.
10:45am: Woke up and went to the clinic and pharmacy across the street. Then stopped by the convenience store for microwavable food, snacks, and juice.
12:20pm: Came back home, ate lunch, and cleaned humidifier.
12:45pm: Blog work
1:03pm: Paid rent, took meds
1:07pm: Reread email I received in the morning from the company I’ll be interviewing with next week. Still don’t understand why I got it. Something about “salesforce request.” I don’t even know what that means. I don’t know if I’m supposed to reply, and if so, how. I can just imagine how that would go. I’d reply, in my rudimentary Korean, sounding like a confused child, confusing them even more.
1:16pm: Can’t think. God, I hate being sick. Need to work on happy writing. Started working on poem #12.
Nothing much to report today other than the frequent interruptions that came from a recruiter who got me a job interview. Of course, I replied to his email and answered his calls; he had a lot of information and instructions to give me. I didn’t leave the house. Got only a little bit of writing done, and I didn’t like what came out. I have a cold, so I’m going to bed early.
I wonder if any of my friends or family have any idea what I’m doing while I’m under this self-imposed house arrest. I wonder if these notes will even be useful at the end of all this. Notes from Apt. 1215…
2/1 ~ 2/2
2:48am: Recorded day 1 reflection
3:42am: Wrote some notes
3:57am: Read a little bit
4:40am: Fell asleep
9:48am: Woke up smelling a gas leak. Watched a lovely Disney short called Paperman. Read a bit of Mixed-Up Files.
10:12am: Went back to sleep
3:27pm: Woke up
3:50pm: Washed dishes, loaded washing machine, prepared breakfast
4:05pm: Had a simple breakfast of steamed corn bread dipped in sugar and soy milk. I should eat at home more.