Cycle breaker freewrite

Today 4 African American women are at the top of the Billboard charts for the first time in history. You may not see this as a win if you are not much of a music lover. But regardless of the industry, it is a step in the right direction, a big W. Four women of color at the top. That’s some good shit. The first of good shit to come out of 2020.

I am no feminist; I have love for people of every color, shape, size, sexuality and gender. I am a White passing and benefiting young woman (though I would argue that there is a need for Middle Easterners to be in their own subcategory) and I hope that this is the beginning of the end of White male supremacy. It’s time that everybody on the spectrum has an equal shot to achieve and express themselves openly. Put your white chalk and black ink to the side. History is written in color, with different font styles.  

Every generation has the opportunity to write the next chapter of history. To improve. In fact, every person does. It all starts with an open mind and an open heart. You might not start out that way. You may not have been raised in a culture that encouraged interracial relationships or female free will and success. But as you grow older, if you choose to unlearn those archaic thoughts and behaviors and, instead, show love and respect to all beings on Earth, then you are an agent of change. A cycle breaker. And you should be proud to be one.

It takes a special kind of courage to say ‘no’ to elders, leaders and bosses. To stand up for what’s right and say ‘that’s enough,’ ‘unacceptable,’ and actually take steps to change your own behavioral pattern for the better. Too many people get comfortable sitting on the sidelines and would rather watch others do the work. Norms are only broken and built when everyone participates.

Break the cycle. Take a stand. Have a good heart. Repeat until it’s a way of life.

– mkh

In my feelings {on affirmation}

I am writing this after watching the Bryant televised public memorial service. I cried, yet again. 

There has been a lot of death recently. All of different nature. We have lost many young legends, some old guys too. But the kids are what get me the most–all fresh faced and with so much potential. Gone.

It’s sad that the universe doesn’t discriminate. It’s tragic that the families of those young souls with dreams and aspirations have to wake up every day and carry out this life without their kin. My heart is with them in this time of grief–and I’m not just saying that. May they rest in eternal peace.

As outsiders, sometimes we feel like all we can do is watch with sorrow and dwell on the ‘why.’ But I think these moments happen to remind us that life is so ephemeral. That we are not entitled to this life, but rather, entrusted with it to do something great. 

We all have different goals, talents, tastes and ambitions. This is why the world works. As a consequence we each define success in different ways. Yet we are all striving for it–whatever ‘it’ is to us. It sounds cheesy; it very well might be. But it’s undeniably true. 

I used to think a lot of things were cheesy, affirmations being one of them. I thought that in order to be great at something you just needed to put the work in, get back up when you fell down, be somewhat talented or naturally inclined, and also be willing to eat, breathe, sleep and repeat until you made it. I thought you needed to be strong and never be soft.

But with an agenda like that it’s easy to burn out. You won’t have much fuel left if you just keep pushing forward and brushing your feelings aside. Practice is just as much a mental exercise as a physical one. And in order to become successful, you have to be a master at both.

I am on a mission to make affirmations cool again. Say it til you believe it, baby! It can be strange in the beginning, definitely–you’ll laugh at yourself a little and feel uncomfortable saying that you are worthy of being great. This is because we are trained to act humble, stay quiet, do our jobs and not be loud. But sometimes being too polite can bite you in the ass. It is actually quite dangerous to repeatedly put your voice on the back burner just to people please. You become your own adversary and the biggest obstacle to your success.

Believe in your own potential. Affirm it. Practice saying it every day with an open heart and an open mind. We are all entitled to feel worthy but we must work towards greatness and success with our actions and our affirmations. A lot of the time it is on us to be the biggest and loudest cheerleader in the room. Maybe the only one. People have their own things to go about doing and we can’t expect them to be on the sidelines for us at all times.

Affirmation is not ego. It’s work ethic, love, trust, belief and self-recognition. And it’s damn cool what can happen when we stop making excuses for ourselves and start affirming.

— mkh

Let’s talk about stress

Not sex; but stress. I feel like we don’t talk about it enough. And the Bay Area native is definitely no stranger to stress. So let’s discuss. 

  • The start of a new job is stressful {mad respect for all my friends at the office right now}
  • The beginning of a school year triggers many emotions {syllabus week: fun but overwhelming}
  • The end of any quarter is anxiety-inducing {did we meet our numbers; why or why not} 

But also– 

  • A change in direction might make you fret {is this even the move}
  • Little or no sense of direction can keep you up at night {what am I doing in life; what’s next}
  • The time lapse between creation & release can make you second-guess {what if it’s a bust}
  • Shooting for the hoop will surely have you on your toes {will this go in}
  • Even mother nature can kill a vibe {will I make it through the day}

Whatever your worry is, it’s valid. We live in a time and place where everyone and everything is on the go. So much happening and so many expectations to exceed. Everyone looks like they have their shit together. Even when we think we’re good at what we do there is always the fear that someone else is doing it better somewhere else. Today’s markets are oversaturated with content and products; competition for a little slice of the cake is fierce. There are really no days off. Not here, not in The Bay. 

How do we deal? 

We party. Go to the gym. Journal. Doodle. Sing. Dance. Stretch. Meditate. We also medicate. Doubt ourselves. Grow angry, frustrated. Stress. Overwork. Burn out. 

And rarely do we talk about it. There is a stigma around sharing: being open, vulnerable, and transparent just isn’t mainstream yet. Personally I don’t get it. Why are we so ashamed of being human? What makes us hold back? Why can’t we embrace each other for the stressed out crazy ass beings we are? 

My insomnia in college was sudden, severe, and seemingly incurable. I dealt with it mostly by sharing. Talking about it. Letting the freaky things in my life run free. A month into summer after graduation I was knocking out for eleven hours a night. My creative juices were flowing again. I wrote twenty songs–tracks coming from a place of openness, vulnerability, and transparency {I will share them soon. I promise}. 

It’s nice to finally solidify music as my creative outlet for all kinds of stress. This realization was by no means an overnight discovery though. It took a lot of trial and error. A bunch of sharing. A ton of reflection. And more sharing, discussing, and being open to suggestions. 

The bottom line is, stress is universal. Don’t be afraid to talk about it. You might actually get over it and grow. 

– mkh

On graduating

Graduation is a strange concept. For 20 years you’re a student and then one morning you wake up and you‘re the dang boss. Fully in charge of yourself–unless of course you hit that stage prematurely, and for that I sincerely applaud you. I, for one, only felt this sink in two weeks after graduation. Either way, the point is if you weren’t an adult before, you sure as hell are expected to act like one now. And that’s kind of scary.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have questions. How does one navigate this next chapter of life exactly? Is there a handbook for it? I’d like to take notes, maybe annotate.

More specifically, I wonder–can I still shop at Urban Outfitters? Do I just give myself my own spring break? Can I still DoorDash Dominoes at 1am after a night out–is that even acceptable? What is work-life balance?

It’s been exactly one month since graduation. Here are some solidified thoughts.

I miss waking up to seven heads every morning. I do miss the 24/7 roast. I miss group chats, pregames, dinner parties, and dance parties. I miss constant company and routine. I also really miss the teachers that mentored me.

To be frank–I do not miss hard alcohol. I don’t miss stress. I don’t miss letter grades or test scores or mental breakdowns. And what’s it all for anyway? A dang piece of paper?

Don’t get me wrong–I think a degree is an incredibly worthwhile achievement, an important investment in your professional life, and one you should be very proud of. But I don’t think that you should let it dictate the course of your life. If you have a dream that you want to chase, go after it. Before it’s too late. Life is too short for regret.

I am very excited to announce that I will be spending the summer pursuing music and exploring the creative industry. I reason that if I don’t give it a shot now, I probably never will. So stay tuned for original pieces–heading your way real soon. Oh, and if you have any tips on how to do real life, please send them my way.

That’s all for now. Thanks for tuning in!

– mkh

10 {real} signs you’re from the bay

You grew up/live in the bay as a millennial. Here are a few things no one will get but you.

The cloud: you hear about it, you store your things in it, you think you’ve got it all figured it out—that is, what it is and how to work it—until technology fails you and you lose important valuables, which is when you finally realize that you actually don’t have a damn clue what the cloud is and how to navigate it.

The 4.0 and perfect SAT score: these terms are meaningless to you as a measurement of high achievement because everyone here is smart.

The music: you know you have it good. E-40, Andre, Mac Dre. Green Day, the Grateful Dead. Kehlani. I could go on.

The city: is less about the bridge than it is about everything else that makes San Francisco great. The city is Mission Dolores Park, Haight & Ashbury, the Castro, the Marina, and AT&T Park.

The ball game: even Dodgers fans acknowledge how great AT&T Park is. So yeah go Giants. Also, the Caltrain—you take it for fun in a big group and you get rowdy because there’s nothing like a cart full of you and your best mates having yourselves a time on the way to the game.

The windmills: you look forward to Outside Lands every year and if you’re anything like me you have a countdown and reminder for when tickets go on sale. OSL is to us as Disneyland is to the rest of the world.

The amphitheater: you have a love/hate relationship with sloppy Shoreline.

The girl’s look: you may or may not have gone through a phase when you wore rolled down Uggs, Lulus, and a North Face fleece.

The cars: Smart in the city; Tesla on the town.

The freeway: you take 280 by choice. And sometimes just for the view.

– mkh

The one less traveled

I genuinely think it is unfair that society values numbers over words and code over art. That the highest starting salaries go to software engineers and investment bankers. That a foreign language major is less useful than an MIS minor. That people often forgo what they like or what they’re good at because society moves in a certain direction.

It is not fair that we have to conform. It is not fair that people who grew up in the Silicon Valley feel like they might never be able to call it home once they graduate. I know way too many natives who have moved out of the Bay Area because of the fast pace, absurd cost of living, bad traffic and overall unsuitable environment for an enjoyable lifestyle. In the past five years of living on a cul-de-sac of 6 houses, I have seen 4 families move out because they realized it just wasn’t worth it.

But I want to live in the bay. This is where I was born and bred. This is home. And unfortunately in order to stay at home I need a high paying job to pay the bills and stay afloat.

“Keep up or die trying” is what I told myself throughout college. I tried to tell people that I could see myself doing private equity or real estate in the future. I developed insomnia my sophomore year that gradually worsened into junior year, triggering a downward spiral of anxiety and depression that forced me to withdraw from the University for half a quarter. I tried a cocktail of medications to address my sleeping problem in vain before reluctantly moving onto an antidepressant as a last resort. At this point it had been two difficult years and I so desperately yearned for things to go back to the way they were before. So I agreed to the pill. But even that’s not working anymore.

It is no secret that society is at the root of many of our mental health issues. There are far too many of us affected, far too many prescriptions filled, far too many Adderall bottles in circulation for children and adults both who take it only to keep up. All because of societal pressure and self-imposed expectations, limits we stretch, and things we talk ourselves into from fear of getting left behind.

This shaky ground is where we stand now. We can neither time travel nor backtrack. We don’t have many options: we can either flee like my neighbors in pursuit of a more leisurely way of life, “keep up or die trying,” a.k.a. suck it up and conform, or take the road “less traveled by” as Robert Frost encouraged us to do years ago.

If I’m going to be frank, I’m not too keen on waiting around to see where my previous life philosophy will lead. I want to take the path less traveled by and do what it is that I want to do, that I’m good at, that comes naturally and instinctively to me. I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired from actually being sick and tired.

If there is one thing I learned junior year, it’s what it’s like to be an adult. I don’t mean adulting as in being abroad for six months alone, living with eight girls, or unclogging the toilet—sure, that was part of it, but definitely not the most important. By far the most rewarding thing I learned this year, in crossing the threshold from child to adulthood, was about myself: the kind of person ~I~ want to be.

I am deciding to take the road less traveled by. I’ve been told that my face lights up whenever I talk about the summer I spent in Morocco working for a social enterprise that helps women artisans bring their products to the international market through female empowerment and business development programs—Manal, if you’re reading this, here is my sneaky plug for ASILA and the Global Fellows program at SCU.

I want my face to light up every time I talk about work. I know this is easier said than done but I’m determined to try making it happen. I know I want to combine business with impact. I am currently working for a non-profit and taking classes the summer after my junior year, instead of having that glamorous brand name internship you’re supposed to lock in as your first job post-grad. So yeah I deviated a bit from the path I had always imagined myself treading along.

But I believe that you can work your way up to a high paying salary if you are truly passionate about your job. I know that I’m creative, better with words, and that I somehow want to do something that has a global reach or social benefit. I know that I value hard work and health, my international support system of family and friends, and live music, travel, and adventure.

I may never reach the balanced lifestyle I so eagerly seek but I’ll rest easy knowing I gave it a try. Guess I’ll soon be hopping on board with Frost.

For someone who considers herself a realist, this is one pretty idealistic declaration—that I know. But hey—I want to live life. Not keep up; not die trying.

That’s what makes all the difference.

– mkh