13 July 2011

Day 50

Today, I am grateful for ...

New friends and old acquaintances-turned-to-friends.

By nature, I'm a fairly extroverted person. Perhaps I do not seem as such in large groups, but in more personal, intimate situations, I find that talking to other people is easy. I like listening to other people's stories, even silly or seemingly trivial ones. I like asking questions and finding out information. I think that learning is one of those things I should always be doing for the rest of my life. It means that I will never become complacent with how things are and will never be resigned to merely accept things.

As with most people, though, I got caught up in the "hierarchical" rules of high school. I tended to be a bit of a floater - I definitely had my core group of friends, but I socialized (at least in school) with lots of people from other groups. That's not to say I didn't dislike a lot (read: most) of my classmates, but I liked experiencing different types of people. That being said, there were a lot of people with which I was familiar, but never really became friendly. It wasn't that we had anything against one another; we just stuck to our respective groups of people and that was okay.

Today, I went out to dinner with Amie and Patty from work. Amie and I have been friends since I started working at the company, after we both discovered that we were female nerd gamers. There was one day that I was having a really, really hard time, and had a bit of a panic attack (which I have every so often when I feel isolated) and asked if we could hang out after work, and she obliged, no questions asked. She hugged me and said that it was okay, that it would be okay, and that we could hang out and do whatever. She brought me to her home, let me play with puppy, and took me to get some iHop. I went from feeling desperately alone to feeling like I had really, truly found a friend. Patty and I went to high school together, and it was by a chance of fate (and a temp agency) that she started working for the company three months back. I didn't know much about her except the circle of friends with which she associated back in high school, but we've already gotten closer since she started working with us. It's now the three of us that go on lunch breaks and hang out after work.

I am grateful for my willingness - and for Amie and Patty's willingness - to make new friends, even at the risk of being hurt and/or left. I am grateful for the expansion of me and Amie's already-established friendship and the transition from acquaintance to friendship between me and Patty. I am grateful that we are all relatively normal people who genuinely care for one another. I am grateful that I am comfortable enough around them both to share things that I would probably otherwise not share. I am grateful for disgustingly greasy food that tastes almost sinful. I am grateful for old friends who have never let me down, even though we may not talk or see each other as often as we used to. I am grateful for the kindness and generosity of others. I am grateful for how friendship seems to make this whole thing called Life just a little bit easier.

12 July 2011

Day 49

Today, I am grateful for ...

The miracle that is the human body.

"Through the Wormhole," a show hosted by Morgan Freeman on the Science Channel, discusses different ways of looking at things, as shown or being researched by science. One of the episodes was about time travel, another was about alternate dimensions, and the more recent one was about other senses that the human person may posses (such as how, if you close your eyes, and you're sober, you can touch your finger to your nose - a spatial sense in relation to yourself).

They did an experiment with people who, as the result of a stroke or something similar, lost sight in one eye. They had the subject sit with their face in front of a partition, so that each eye could not see what was on the other side. To the seeing eye, they showed pictures of people with the faces blocked. To the blind eye, they showed pictures of faces with exaggerated expressions. They attached these probes to the subject's face to track any slight muscular movement. The results showed that the person imitated the expressions being shown to the blind eye every single time.

After doing an MRI to track the activity in the brain while this was happening, they found that facial recognition is actually registered and understood by eight different parts of the brain as opposed to the visual cortex that sight utilizes.

I am grateful for the fact that the body works. I am grateful for the brain and its complexities and how it controls everything that I do. I am grateful for the fact that we barely understand the powerhouse for who we are and what comprises us. I am grateful for the mere science of life - a sperm and an egg come together to create what will be a person. A person who can grow up to be the best or the worst. A person who can grow up to be the second coming of Christ or the second coming of Hitler. I am grateful for the body's way of simply being, existing, living. It repairs itself, maintains itself, adapts itself - all of the time, whether I realize it or not. I am grateful for the humility that comes with all of these realizations. I am grateful for the understanding that I am not in control, nor have I ever been. I am grateful for my own brain which populates all of these thoughts, even if I wish it would calm down sometimes.

I am grateful for life.

11 July 2011

Day 48

Today, I am grateful for ...

I've decided to change my posting style. I'm going to pick one big thing every day for which I'm grateful, and then look at exactly why I'm grateful for it.

I am grateful for my birth mother. For most of my life, I spent my time wondering who she was, wondering why she gave me up, wondering why she didn't want me to know her or her to know me, wondering, wondering, wondering. I loved her without knowing who she really was and is. My parents always talked about her with respect and gratitude - if it weren't for her and her decisions, they never would have gotten me. So I never grew up resentful or angry with her. I was resentful at the situation and not knowing about her more than anything - but never her or her choices.

Tonight, I went through my adoption papers. My mom keeps them all in this weathered, green folder in her room. The edges are frayed and it doesn't close quite right because there are too many papers inside. My mom literally kept everything related to my adoption. And she has always shown me them and gone through them with me since I was little. The last time I looked at them, I was eighteen and had made the decision to try and find my birth mother (so far, no success). Reading through them all this time, though, I felt like I had never seen the papers before in my life. All of it felt new and foreign. It was the most surreal experience I've had.

As I told all of this to my mom and to Stephen, they both said the same thing: maybe I was just ready to know all of the information this time. And, as Stephen pointed out, maybe the last time I read it, I only looked at what I wanted to see or wanted to know. This time, I wanted to know it all. My birth mother was 23 (making me older than she was when she had me), a high school graduate, unmarried, and the oldest of four children. She was introverted and quiet. She was 5'2" (why I'm 5'1") and 105 lbs. She kept me for seventeen days before giving me up for adoption. I was born at 16:30 on June 10 after they induced her, eight weeks premature, in a small clinic. I weighed 2.8 lbs. The worker who took me at the agency in Korea named me after my birth mother's surname. Chae means "Noteworthy" and Won means "The Best." My umma ("mom" in Korean, which is what I used to call my foster mother) took care of me for seven months and had two children of her own. She nursed me back to health so that I could be adopted by my family.

And now I'm here. Because of so many decisions, so many chances of fate. I am grateful for my birth mother for not terminating her pregnancy, for trying to keep me, for giving me up to have a better life. I am thankful for my Umma for taking care of such a weak, sickly baby (I also had pneumonia) and taking care of me like she would her own child. I am thankful for my parents wanting to adopt and adopting me. And I am thankful for the fact that I am no longer angry about my adoption. I am no longer empty or obsessed with what I do not know; I am now focused on what I have and am thankful for every single chance that brought me to where I am today.

10 July 2011

Day 47

Today, I am grateful for:
- life;
- sunshine;
- beaches;
- living near the beach;
- my mom;
- my grandma;
- food;
- naps;
- alone time;
- my BB!;
- memories;
- Boyfriend.

09 July 2011

Day 46

Today, I am grateful for:
- life;
- sleep;
- recovery;
- food;
- Boyfriend.

08 July 2011

Day 45

Today, I am grateful for:
- life;
- feeling better;
- warm weather;
- food;
- KITTENS!!;
- becoming "kitten parents" with Boyfriend!

07 July 2011

Day 44

Today, I am grateful for:
- life;
- successful surgeries;
- competent doctors;
- well-running hospitals;
- my mom;
- my grandma;
- everyone who asked how i was doing;
- Boyfriend;
- food!!