3 men and a little lady

Last night was a special occasion as the boys and I went out to celebrate JY's job promotion. If we were in a sitcom, our ratings would hit the roof. I know that you should never base anything on a survey of one, especially when it's yourself. But, I do find myself uniquely qualified as a valid control group. My confidence in the success of our sitcom is based on the comfortable group dynamic we share, with fantastic conversations that intertwine with strings of awesome jokes that we bounce off one another.

We can discuss deep topics such as understanding God's grace and expressing our Christian faith, as well as kooky Facebook stalking tendencies and other embarrassing anecdotes. Our common mission to search for JY's True Love provides an interesting avenue to examine the unwritten rules of dating and our relationship expectations.

Praise God for JY's new position as he climbs the corporate ladder, but most importantly—praise God for our saving grace and all the gifts He has bestowed upon us, especially the gift of friendship.

head in the sand

At some point, we all struggle to face the big issues in our lives, and it's common to go into denial, ignoring our mistakes and hoping our problems will disappear. Turning a blind eye is tempting because when we can't see something, it seems to cease to exist.

Facing the realities of life can be stressful, painful, and admittedly embarrassing, especially when we are personally accountable for our actions. During my rebellious phase in senior high, I made excuses or denied all blame to disguise my failures. As I got older and took on more responsibilities, it wasn't as easy to bury my head in the sand.

We often choose ignorance because accepting accountability to God, rather than to material things, would require us to change our lives. We should live the life He chooses for us rather than following our human desires.

Thanks to a kind reminder from my fellow Christian friends, I will repent by tackling my issues and stop impersonating a human ostrich—burying my head in the sand was only fun when I didn't fear God, who is both fair and very forgiving.

email

I archived my personal emails in a private Hotmail account. Did you know Hotmail clears your inbox if the account is inactive for 4-6 weeks?

I did.

Back when I was sentimental, I’d log into my private account every now and then to keep it active. But life happened, and I stopped signing in for a while. Tonight, I discovered my inbox empty. Gone are the personal emails dating back to 1997—the one from my first boyfriend in 9th grade. Love notes, breakups, makeups, and all my high school correspondence with my best friends. Over a decade of documented drama, vanished.

Next, my hard drive might decide to end it all, erasing files from 1999 and digital photos from 2002. But I won’t panic; I’ve backed up everything onto DVDs and an external hard drive. I could’ve backed up my emails too, but in a way, I wanted to let go and didn’t have the heart to delete them myself.