I’m a child of first-generation immigrants and have always carried a story of survival and resilience. My parents were part of a “lost generation” who sacrificed a lot to put us all through university . There was a very defined path for success, some of which I followed and some not. I married outside of race; I made work choices for financial stability . I don’t know how to enjoy things that other people seem to. Hobbies, travelling, home renovations … I look at those like “what is the point?”

I want to say it’s because my upbringing was not full of leisure activities; my parents only allowed us to focus on academic topics. Now that I’m a mother though, I wonder how I can role model some of this “living well for its own sake” for my children. It’s hard to find simple joys actually joyful. Growing up, everything needed to be “applied” towards something, and it feels that mentality is informing everything I do.…