There is a three day weekend and a three day typhoon inbound. For someone that has been instant coffee exhausted all week, this might just be perfect. I am going to stay in my apartment and live through another set of typhoons, but this time they won’t be as big.

About once a month I have a night where I don’t sleep at all. I’m not sure what gets my mind going, but without fail I seem to make it through the night without catching any real sleep. It makes the daily feel very mundane. Which is hilarious when you consider that I’m living in a completely different culture and the totality of my day is spent operating in a different language than English.

When I get home and finally relax I end up laughing. Because it’s only been a month and a half, but there’s already feels very normal. It feels normal to only understand about 50% of what is going on in the conversations around me. It feels normal to constantly be learning new traditions and holidays and what have you.

I’m grateful for the odd mix of incredible & mundane. it shows me that no matter where you are in the world or in your life – when you fall into a regular pattern, everything becomes part of a new status quo. And that in itself underlines how important perspective is.

Every day where I go into a different one of my seven schools I’m jumping in with both feet into these little microcosm of life. I feel lucky to get to interact with all the people that I do and even though I don’t always know the full extent of what’s being said I understand the gist.

I’m not particularly eloquent or graceful especially when I’m tired. But I do tend to relax emotionally. I’m looking forward to it otherwise could be seen as both an emergency and a huge inconvenience. I’m looking forward to it because it’s the only option that feels right.

We can either lean into things in this life or we can try to lean out but until we leave the mortal plane our feet are on the same track.