If you follow my page on Facebook then you may already be aware of the news that I have decided to switch gears slightly and direct my blog in a new, exciting and different direction. I feel that I have fulfilled my initial purpose of my blog, which was to give some insight to life and teaching in Korea. There is now a wealth of information on the two, including daily vlogs that contribute to having a much more personal experience. I still plan on occasionally blogging about my life in Korea and travel because I currently still live here but my main focus has changed due to my re-commitment to myself.

My audience....
My emphasis is on women who, despite their past, are passionate about improving the quality of their lives and aspire to be the best version of themselves and live an intentional life.

My mission.....
I hope for this serve as a platform where young women can openly communicate about struggles they face that interfere with living a balanced life; whether it be rooted in self-esteem issues, cultural or traditional, spiritual, familial, and/or environmental. My aim is to hopefully provide alternative perspectives and suggestions on how to overcome some of these stumbling blocks. 

Where I draw inspiration...

• I have witnessed enough successful and unsuccessful marriages to know the difference....
• I have a past of abuse that led me to suffer with low self esteem and battle depression....
• I have settled in relationships because I didn't understand and know my true value....
• I desire a family of my own someday....
• I empathize with other women who struggle alone....
• I have decided my past and circumstances don't have to determine my future....
• I have chosen to include TMH in my process of healing and restoration....

                 LIFE is my teacher and EXPERIENCES are my qualifier.

Been living abroad for two years now and in the past year, race related prejudice, in the form of racial disparities, and police brutality have been progressively getting worse throughout the United States.

You may have read in one of my previous posts  that I am Tanzanian-American, and as such I am still affected by these incidents that are happening in a place I consider my second home. 

With what some may call as the genocide, and others may call the down right racially influenced, senseless killings of blacks on a national scale in America, I'm trying to figure it out just as well. We can identify the root cause, the aftermath and its effect, but what's the solution?

 I'm not one to claim of having great knowledge and historical understanding on both ends; but my experiences in both cultures have also taught me a lot.  I am still just as lost, hurt, and confused as to what to do regardless of how many posts are made on black unity and black pride. This is not to take away the relevance and solidity of the message because it is powerful and very necessary, but I've come to learn time and time again, that "this" is so much bigger and deeper than that. 
 
Living in Africa and experiencing the aftermath of colonialism has taught me that.
Living in America and experiencing the aftermath of slavery has taught me that.
Living as a follower of Christ and experiencing it spiritually is continuously teaching me this. 

The last time I blogged was November of 2014. I have vlogged a few times since then about my life in Korea, but not much. It's currently July 2015 now, only 4 months shy from making it a full year. Sure, I have since written some personal and reflective pieces on my challenges, revelations,  and growth, but for me and at this time, they're too private to share on my blog. It could be because of my struggle with vulnerability (I have a difficult time, privately and especially publicly, speaking on the true matters of my heart and sharing  my most intimate thoughts). Granted, there will be some experiences that are too personal and should be kept private (you're the best judge of that) but it seems I am progressively becoming more and more reserved  in what and who I share with. Perhaps that's just part of the process that naturally comes with maturing or a direct result of my inability to connect beyond the surface with most of the people I meet here. 

Despite my reservations on what to share and not share publicly, I have been struggling with what at first seemed as writer's block. For months now, I have been unable to come up with anything to write. Even though I started this blog because of EPIK and my then, new journey of life in Korea, I am no longer with EPIK and this journey is no longer feeling "new." I'm sure there are plenty of blogs out there on what it's typically like working at a hagwon and because I've had so many frustrations working at mine and I'm still employed here, this may not be the appropriate time to express those frustrations. Living in Korea as a second year vet. has made some of my most annoying cultural differences stand out a lot less , which makes me feel as though my experiences have become too casual to blog about. 

Do people really want to know what it's like to get lost in Seoul? or how excited I was to discover Almond Breeze and how intrigued I am with (insert many weird fascinations here) ? In fact, I don't even think I want to give people full access to EVERYTHING that I do in Korea. Daily blogs and vlogs have never been my thing and maybe that may change in the future but I believe it's more likely not to (I'm sensitive with my energy consumption). Whatever this is, whether writer's block, loss of inspiration, or lack in creativity...it has seriously made me reconsider this blog and its purpose.

Part of me is a little sad at the thought of letting it go, especially considering how much of myself I have invested in it. It feels like I'm giving up on something that could possibly have so much potential to grow into something more than just a blog of my life here, but also serve as a platform for something else, even more purposeful.  I also seem to have forgotten about those of you who are not necessarily interested in the general advice on how to work and live in Korea but in my personal experiences and bearing witness to the changes that take place in other areas of my life. I do have a few different ideas and projects in mind I'd like to work on and at least two more posts I'd like to share. Clearly, this seems to be just another reflection piece, considering that I'm in a place of transition with my job ending in September and being unsure of what's to come next. I'll keep you updated, in a another 6 or 7 months....seems to be my trend lately anyway!   

1) Make quality friends. The quantity of friends does not help rid feelings of loneliness if you can't connect with them on a more personal and deeper level. You should have friends that you can spend time with as well as confide in when necessary to talk about more important issues, like how much you miss your family or certain places and things.  

2) Make enough time for family. Although this seems like it would worsen that feeling but it hasn't been the case for me. Talk to your family as frequently as you'd like when your time and schedule permits. Being able to talk to my family whether via phone or Skype actually makes me feel closer to them rather than distant from them.

3) Focus on your purpose on why you are where you are. Why did you choose to come here? For work? for the experience? Even if that purpose is still unclear to you at the moment, don't spend too much energy focusing on why you haven't met anyone worth dating. When you made the choice to travel, what were your initial reasons? It's ok to be open to the possibility of romance but don't chase after it if was never a part of your plan to start with.

4) Perfect your craft and get to know yourself MORE. This is a time when you need to pick up more hobbies and work on sharpening your skills and talents. What haven't you tried that you want to try? What goals are you striving to meet and what steps can you take to attain them? Take advantage of this time and evaluate your life and purpose here in the present. 

5) This is an extra step I take because I believe in God. I pray. That always comforts me and reminds me that He is with me at all times, not just sometimes.

It's amazing how life works itself out. A few months ago I started applying for a teaching job overseas and as I was filling out the application, I realized that I hadn't done much before or during my College years (yikes!). I was one of those students who just went to class and participated in study groups here and there.  I was nervous now because my resume looked dull and lifeless, and I wasn't sure if I'd be given a chance to even interview for them because of it, however, I continued on with my application and started volunteering at an Elementary school. Originally, my mission was to have something to put on paper but as time progressed, this volunteering opportunity began to change and I fell in love with the kids that all I wanted to do was spend as much time with them and help them as much as I possibly could. I then started substitute teaching at an alternative high school  to gain more experience and within a few days of doing so my volunteering days had to come to an end because the school needed a permanent teacher for the remainder of the school year.  I suddenly found myself committing to being a full time teacher! Just the experience I needed to get me started in the field of Education but I found myself sad for leaving my cute little first graders behind and doubting if I had it in me to handle the task of teaching high school kids without any formal teaching experience, especially to kids who didn't want to learn, as that was the impression given to me by most of the teachers there. My first week was an expected challenge; they had to become familiar with having someone new with new rules and new methods of teaching. I was pleased that I never had to fight for their respect because I made sure to demonstrate it and give mutual respect. I treated them as the individuals they were and not like a bunch of challenged kids with behavioral problems, suffering from mental and learning disabilities, no matter how true that may have been for most, if not, all of my students. I treated them the way I would have wanted someone to treat me if I were them, with understanding and a lot of patience. It didn't take long for me to see a difference in their reformed attitudes and improved grades. They started coming in eager to get work done and catch up so they can transition back to a regular public high school. Almost every day a student or two would start doubting themselves and instead of me telling them what they were used to hearing, how they're not going to make it in life, I would tell them how they had an opportunity just like any other 16 year old to change their life, if they chose to. A long with Math and Social Studies, I also taught them about the realities of life and encouraged them to want more for themselves and to fight for their future even if no one else believed in them. This message was easy for me to deliver because I too, was once a 16 year old who struggled with those very same demons. I am so proud today of my class and to show just how proud I am, I have rewarded them with their favorite snacks or called home to let a parent or grandparent know how well they are doing in my class. I have even acknowledged their efforts in front of  colleagues because I need to see reformed attitudes from  them as well to really be able to reach out to these kids. Many times, all people need is to know is that there is someone out there that cares. Cares enough to sit down with them and work on a research paper together, cares enough to call home and have someone congratulate them, cares enough to voice a "thank you for doing your work,"  and cares enough to ask them "what's wrong?" An act of kindness doesn't have to be a tangible reward or gift, a simple "I'm proud of you" as a constant reminder is sufficient because the true meaning behind it is  the  message from one heart to another, an act of love, an unspoken "I care" statement.