6.027 An afternoon write
I like writing at the end of the day because it feels like a closing note. It allows me to reflect, work through what has happened that day, and write down an observation or a lesson. As I sit in here in the middle of the afternoon, I wonder if I can get that kind of...6.026 Don’t imitate
Imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery. Trying to imitate someone else will always lead to a diluted version of what you are striving for. Just as we don’t want to try to paint another Starry Night or re-create “Bohemian Rhapsody,” we don’t...6.025 How we art
If you want to get a true sense of someone’s perspective, bring them to a paint night, a cooking class, or pottery studio. Have them create something they’ve never created before – a painting, a dish of a new cuisine, or a clay vase. At the end of...6.024 Before the new year momentum
The calendar is a great motivating tool. Quarterly deadlines, annual milestones, and the big one – January 1st. With a few days left to this first month of the year, I can still feel the new year momentum wanting to sweep me off my feet and onto a magic carpet...6.023 Bias against mysteries
During my Saturday trip to the library before the big snowstorm, I felt a desire to pick up a mystery book. A year ago, I would have said that I’m not a mystery reader. The same way I would say I’m not a fan of cop shows. Oh how un-self-aware of me....6.022 Just pluck
I took my viola out from my closet last year. Upon opening the case, I saw the bow was completely frayed and unusable. I closed the case and put it on my mental to-do list to get my bow re-strung or maybe even get a whole new one. A year later and the case has laid on...6.021 Thoughts as the snow falls
As I stare out at the snow falling steadily, neighbor’s Christmas lights still twinkling, I feel transported. As if nature is putting a comfy, albeit cold, blanket on me. Dampening the sound of the outside world, dampening the many horrors of reality. A forced...6.020 The room
Too often, we pride ourselves on being the “only one” in the room. As a Chinese-American woman who spent most of her adult life in White male dominated corporate environments, it often felt like I passed some unofficial test to get into the room. It became...6.019 Generosity
The most generous thing someone can do is include another person. I invited someone to join a group I am a part of. I thought that they would already have a similar group or may have too busy of a schedule to join. To my surprise, they said that they had been feeling...Hello!
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Welcome!
I'm Lisa, mom, writer and journeyer unafraid to explore what makes us who we are.
Lisa for Real is my little nook on the interweb where I share observations, reflections and musings around work, motherhood, culture, and being human.
Learn more about me and my truths and then send me a note to tell me what you think. I can't wait to hear from you!
Let’s Connect!