I am an aspiring good-enoughist.

We just out here doing our best.

my vision board

Day 15 of 90

eyes shutting slowly

fingers typing rapidly

words coming swiftly

vision going quickly

day ending softly

night beginning patiently

Word Count: 18

Writing prompt: Write about how you are feeling right now.

Join me in my challenge of writing a story in 90 words or less for 90 days until the end of 2024. All you need to do is restack & respond to the prompt.

An honest life update

It’s 11:40 pm at night, and I’m fading fast.

It’s been a long ass day. My Mom and her friend Vivienne have come to Thailand to visit me, and as much as I love playing host, my people-pleasing tendencies activate in an all-time high the moment I feel someone else’s ability to have a “good time” is remotely resembling my responsibility. Luckily for me, they are both chill as fuck and just wanted to eat, sleep, and chill today. Strangely enough, my neurotic ass didn’t compute, and double-I mean-triple checked if they were really REALLY sure they didn’t want to do any of the other ten things I had planned. And they said, “Christina. We’re old. Laying in bed without an agenda is perfect.”

Tonight, I was going to publish an essay called, “Why I Am Glad I Grew Up A Fat Asian Kid” because it was my homework for Write of Passage, this five week, expensive AF program I paid for, but I didn’t because my eyelids were like Blockbuster in the early 2010s-fighting to stay open for their dear life. I bought this program because I’m willing to throw money at anything to avoid actually doing the work to become a paid writer and just prepare forever. It’s great cause I buy things thinking they’ll make my vision a reality when in reality, I’m delusional and just need to actually try and do the work. Does this sound familiar? Yeah, I know. I sound like my Mom too.

Anyways, the Write of Passage has actually been great. Unsure if it’s worth the money investment but, still willing to be open-minded in its potential. The edits I got for my “Why I Am Glad I Grew Up A Fat Asian Kid” essay were pretty fucking spectacular so, I think I’ll release the final draft for free but, then I want to do a follow-up essay on what my first draft looked like, the incredible feedback I received, and how I edited it for my paid subscribers. I am really enjoying my behind-the-scenes features I am doing for my paid peeps, but maybe I just think I’m way cooler than I actually am and people are starving for sausage, not a tour of the meat-packing factory.

So this is to all my paid subscribers, thanks for hanging in there.