Tag: life

  • the seasons of friendship

    Yuka

    I think about friendships a lot—whether they’re built to last a lifetime or just born out of convenience for the moment. It’s hard to judge a friendship in the first six months, but after that, I usually have a strong sense of whether it’s something lasting or not. Ironically, the ones I thought would last Read more

  • Miss Heartless

    Yuka

    “Yuka, not everyone can be as heartless as you.”So I’m heartless — but you didn’t watch me burst into tears five times today. I hold a lot of guilt…guilt for running away, 20 hours away from home, and leaving my dad behind. I come home for the first time in about a year, and it Read more

  • I Feel Great (Except When I Don’t)

    Yuka

    My period ended and suddenly, I have a will to live again. It’s amazing how, as soon as I stop bleeding, life feels good. Hell, I can even run without wanting to die. CRAZY. God, sometimes I hate being a woman. It’s a privilege and a curse. Anyway… what does Yuka want to talk about Read more

  • The Cost of Becoming Someone New

    Yuka

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    There is a saying that one of my friends has been repeating: “Your new life is going to cost your old one.” This morning, while I was reading a new book, the author talked about how mountains are formed by two plates slamming into one another to create something massive. The two plates represent the Read more

  • Shame, Sleep, & a Side of Hummus

    Yuka

    Surprisingly, I’m doing well under the circumstances I’ve been put under. I really thought that after the affair situation came out, I would be spiraling—but I’m actually doing extremely well. And before anyone asks… yes, I was the other woman, and yes yes, shame on me. But also, shame on the man. That’s beside the point. Let’s Read more

  • The Power of Redefining Greatness

    Yuka

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    When I was applying for college during my undergrad, there was a section of the application that asked for a personal statement/essay. The other day, I stumbled upon the file that I had hidden for years and read it for the first time in seven years. I wrote about how my biggest fear was time—the Read more