immobile [ih-moh-buhl]

incapable of moving or being moved.

Synonyms include: motionless, fixed, anchored, immovable

It felt like huge needles were implanted in my right foot, and every time I tried to stand on it, it stabbed me from the inside, making a 10-foot walk to the bathroom sink an excruciatingly painful task. It made everything, an excruciatingly painful task. I could barely sleep the last few days. The pain was throbbing even while I lay there in bed, unable to toss and turn because any movement hurt. Uuugghhh, I’m such a baby, right? I hate when I can’t do the simplest of things, like walk downstairs to get a glass of water.

At least this isn’t the first time this has happened. That’s a previously injured anterior tibial tendon for ya’. Once a bad tendon, always a bad tendon, I suppose. After my last post-surgery therapy session two years ago, Dr. Blaine told me, “If your foot starts to hurt again, you know the drill – Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation, ibufrofen, TENS unit and if hurts for more than a week, come see me.”

Well, it lasted a week and then some, so I went to go see a podiatrist who works with Dr. Blaine. Dr. Randhawa, who is two years younger than me, took a look at my foot, had me turn my foot every which way, and recommended an MRI. She wrapped my foot up into a tight right angle that actually really helped….until I had to take it off to take a shower. Then the pain, you know, shot straight back into my poor, no-arch-support feet.

I’ve been reading up on this injury, which is really common, especially in people who have tiny, flat feet and wear tiny, unsupportive shoes. Sue me, I love flats.

So yesterday I had an MRI for the very first time. It was an interesting experience; not at all what I expected, based solely on what I’ve seen on House or ER, of course. On TV, MRI machines don’t make all this noise that require the patient to wear earplugs. There were sounds that resembled metal banging against each other, or laser-shooting guns from Star Wars. As I lay there on the sliding table, I thought Han Solo and Luke Skywalker would come crashing through the door and carry me back to the Millennium Falcon. And when the technician said it would take 30-40 minutes, I thought he was kidding, but nope, I lay there, trying desperately not to move, for 30-40 minutes. I kept nodding off, wishing I’d brought a book or something to keep me occupied, which probably isn’t allowed since I’m not supposed to move.

I’ve been working from home the last three days, literally icing the area of concern every half hour, and trying not to want to pop another pair of Advils in my mouth. My podiatrist thinks I may need another cortisone shot, but she won’t know for sure until she sees my MRI results.

Until then, I’ll have to brave the discomfort a little longer. I’m starting to feel some soreness on my left foot, probably because I’ve been hopping on it the last few days. I hope it doesn’t result in tendonitis. If it does, just call me a tendon-killer.

service [sur-vis]

an act of helpful activity; help; aid 

Synonyms include: assistance, favor, utility, courtesy 

You need a water pump…and a new alternator. 

Yes, sure, whatever – just do it. I’ve decided, for my own sanity, to wave the white flag when it comes to car repairs. I’ve spent many years huffing and puffing about how expensive it is to own a car, how my long commute is the root of all this vehicular evil and how every time I have enough money saved to buy something major that I’ve been wanting, I need to have some service done. 

There are always things that soften the blow, though. I may spend a lot of time and money at Glendale Toyota, but hey, they know us there. There are service agents who greet me by name when I drive into the lot. One valet (shout-out to my homie, Ramon) has seen me so many times that when it’s time to pick up my car, he doesn’t even ask to check the receipt to know what car to look for. He sees me, I wave hello, and then he gives me a signal that says, “I’ll go get your car.” He drives up, shakes my hand, holds the door open and then, as I’m putting on my seatbelt, he closes my door and gives me a wave good-bye. Just like that, my car service experience is bookended with nothing but kindness and familiarity. 

Today I had to go with Dad to pick up my car. Before we left, Paul (the service agent who took care of my car this week), opened up the hood to show us exactly what they did. My car was making a rattling noise and it was, as Dad had suspected, my water pump; the same water pump I’ve had since I bought the car 192,000 miles ago. When they replaced the water pump, they heard another rattling sound that was masked by the old water pump’s noise. They basically had to undo what they had done to install the new alternator. “I hate having to add on more service,” Paul told me, so apologetically. “I know how you feel,” he said. So because we’ve been such loyal customers, they didn’t even charge us for the labor required to uninstall the water pump, install the alternator and then re-install the pump again. All that labor would’ve cost more than the parts, and though the price I paid for the service was a little heartbreaking, I couldn’t help but feel more blessed than frustrated. 

Blessed that even though he doesn’t drive my car, Dad knows when something’s wrong with it. Blessed that I have the means to pay for the basic necessities in life, like car maintenance. Blessed that the people at Toyota are always so kind to me, and that loyalty means something to them. 

My little Rav4 that could is comprised of thousands of parts and I can’t expect any of it to stay preserved. It’s not made of fruitcake. And as long as she needs me to take care of her, I will. She’s serviced my needs. How could I not service hers? [Yes, my car is a she.]

productive [pruh-duhk-tiv]

having the power of producing; generative
Synonyms include: creative, constructive, effective, prolific, fruitful

I swore, absolutely swore, that I would fold those four baskets of clothes this week after last weekend’s laundry extravaganza. But on Monday after work I was just too tired, on Tuesday there was a game, on Wednesday I went to see Mamma Mia and then on Thursday there was a game. So, see? I really did have my reasons for keeping those four baskets of laundry sitting in the living room for a week =)

It was an unbelievably long week. The weeks are starting to get longer and the weekends have been so eventful that, as much as I prefer otherwise, simple chores like folding laundry (or DOING laundry to begin with) fall by the wayside. I thought I’d be too lazy to do anything when I got home on Friday night, but I decided that very morning that I wouldn’t spend the weekend lying around the house.

I drove straight to Glendale Toyota after work to drop off my car for her regular service (major service this time, plus a few replacements, oy). When I got home, I had dinner then went straight to foldin’…and foldin’…and foldin’ some more. Goodness, how many people did I do laundry for?! By the time I put everything away, it was 9:40. I thought it was past 11. Too tired from the work week and all that folding, I was in bed by 10:30. Sad times, old lady, sad times.

The next day, I was up and at ‘em by 9 am. I ate breakfast, picked up my car from Toyota and, since they so kindly gave her an exterior car wash, I came home and cleaned the inside. And by “clean,” I mean vacuumed every inch under the seats and the trunk, tossed every valet parking stub, receipt and other random pieces of paper. I even sprayed a little GAP Heaven in there. Nothing’s too good for my 190,000+ mile Rav4.

After a quick shower and lunch (pizza with Mom at the kitchen counter), I watched Kobe Bryant go 3-21 against the New Orleans Hornets and STILL hit a game-winning shot; I wrote the post-game report, finished editing through a shoot and next thing I knew, it was 8 pm and Tin was home from her conference in San Diego, and I was listening to her recount her fun weekend.

I can’t remember the last time I checked off that many tasks in a span of 24 hours. I have to say I’m kinda proud of myself. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, and I must sound like such a dork loser for appreciating a weekend filled with seemingly nothing but chores. I enjoy small victories, what can I say? =)

hunger [huhng-ger]

a compelling need or desire for food; a strong or compelling desire or craving

Synonyms include: craving, demand, hankering

I watched Hunger Games twice in one day – don’t judge me. A week after pre-sale tickets were available, there were still no plans to see it with anyone so I figured I’d buy a couple of tickets and make my sister go with me.

“I haven’t even read the books,” Tin said.

“It doesn’t matter,” I told her. “And don’t worry – it’s not Twilight.” For some reason, that sealed the deal.

A week later, Iya organized a morning get-together to watch it and I almost forgot I bought tickets to Gold Class Cinemas to watch it with my sister. There are too many things going on on my calendar and I’m starting to forget things. I wanted to join the rest of the group to watch it, just as we promised a few months ago, but still enjoy the Gold Class experience (if you haven't tried it - it's a must!), so I said, screw it. I'm probably going to end up watching it more than once anyway. Why not in one day?

So on Saturday morning, I woke up at 8:30 and 11 of us saw the 10:30 am showing of The Hunger Games at the Arclight in Pasadena. Here’s my thing with movies I can’t wait to watch – I try to have as low of a level of expectation as I can so that I won’t be disappointed. It’s hard, though, when you’ve read the books a second time and watched the trailer a dozen times. But I just learned to accept that expectations aren’t just unavoidable – they’re part of the experience.

I’d seen Josh Hutcherson (Peeta) and Jennifer Lawrence (Katniss) in a few movies and I’ve seen a slew of their interviews and I just couldn’t wait to see how they portrayed these characters that are so richly infused with all the best qualities and flaws that protagonists should have – ability to sacrifice for love, difficulty in dealing with that sacrifice, occasional moral abiguity – it’s all there in the Hunger Games series and I really wanted to see if these actors could not just PLAY the parts, but BE them, just like Daniel Radcliffe wasn’t some English actor in a movie – he WAS Harry Potter.

I wasn’t disappointed, in either the first or the second viewing. There were some parts in the book that I loved but, due to time constraints, I realize either had to be left out or cut short, but nonetheless, the movie told the same story and I enjoyed it just as much.

Even my sister liked the movie. Then again, those recliners for seats, the mozzarella sticks and sweet potato fries during the movie might’ve helped sway her, just a smidge =)

moment [moh-muhnt]

an indefinitely short period of time; instant; the present time or any other particular time; importance or consequence; a particular time or period of success, excellence, fame, etc.

Synonyms include: flash, instant, juncture, occasion

Two days ago, on St. Patrick’s Day, one of my very best friends married one of the very best men and I got to be there to see it. All week long, we were on weather-watch, hoping and praying that the rainy day forecast was wrong, or that we would at least avoid the bulk of the incoming storm.

“You know what?” Cile said, “if it rains…whatever. We’ll deal with it.”

And that attitude is exactly why this wedding was perfect from beginning to end.

My day started at 5:30 am so I could pick up breakfast from Porto’s before heading to the Luxe Hotel to get ready with the rest of the bridesmaids. The drive was a quick, but careful one. It had rained the night before and the drizzle, when I left the house, had turned into droplets. The streets were slick and the 405 was a-flurry with mist shooting from every direction of every tire that spun, and it was as foggy, cold and damp as any rainy day would be. When I walked into the suite full of bridesmaids, hairdressers and make-up artists, however, there was nothing but warmth. Whether it was heat emanating from all the hair appliances or the two dozen bodies in the room, I had suddenly forgotten it was raining outside.

After Cecile was dressed and ready, we accompanied her to the hotel lobby. She and Lester decided to do a first-look, where the bride and the groom get to see each other before the wedding. It’s a popular thing to do nowadays, most times to have pictures taken in order to save time after the ceremony, but it’s also a good time for the soon-to-be-married couple to have semi-private moment.

Lester stood at the end of a short hallway lined with windows and rows and rows of sheer curtains. He had his eyes closed and head down, hands folded in front.

“Do I have to hold my bouquet when I do this?” Cile asked me. “I wanna just hug him.”

I told her she could do whatever she wanted. This was their moment after all.

She walked down that short hallway, probably faster than the photographers and videographers would have preferred, but I don’t blame her. She was excited to see her groom. She put her hands on Lester’s shoulders, and when he turned around, he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen since I met him, and it looked like he didn’t know whether to kiss her or hug her or just stare at her. Cile is already so beautiful in her own right, but on her wedding day, it was just so unfair to the world because no one should look that gorgeous. Lester couldn’t look any handsomer either. He just has such an ease about himself, and even in that tuxedo and bowtie, he looked as comfortable as any groom could be, and why shouldn’t he, about to marry someone like Cile?

After a short bus ride to St. Monica’s, us bridesmaids had to wait with the bride up in the choir loft. In the 20-30 minutes that we waited before the start of the ceremony, a string quartet positioned by the altar played a medley of tunes. I sat next to Cile for a good part of the waiting, thinking to myself how I couldn’t believe that after all these years, she was finally getting married. I tried to hold it together as much as I could, keeping a to-do list in my head for the rest of the day’s activities, but after I put her veil on just outside the church, I welled up a tiny bit.

“Thank you, love you!” Cile said.

“Love you too!” I told her as I walked away.

The walk up the aisle is always so nervewracking – smile, hold the bouquet by your bellybutton, don’t trip, and if you do, don’t take your partner with you, don’t forget to bow when you get to the altar, etc. But it was an easy walk, and seeing everyone who was there to celebrate made the day even happier than it was already up to that point.

After Tito Andy hugged Cile and basically handed her over to Lester’s care, they both lit a candle in honor of Tita Beth. I thought of Tita Beth every time I was out with Cile on a wedding-related errand. I thought of her all morning while Cile was getting ready, and I thought of her even more as Cile walked up the aisle. I have no doubt Tita Beth was watching over all of us – how else could it have been such a wonderful day?

The ceremony was every bit as personal to Cile and Lester as it could be, and a surprise performance by Tito Andy on the violin and Ja on the piano made it even more so. They played a song called, “Tanging Yaman,” which, translated into English, means “special treasure.” It was, simply, touching and another opportunity to cue the waterworks.

After the ceremony ended, the day whizzed by even quicker. The wedding party was whisked off to Skirball in a big bus where we enjoyed some loud, laughter-filled alone time with the bride and groom. It really was a fun wedding party to be part of and I look forward to when Cile and Lester have kids, which will probably be the next time we all get to see each other again, haha!

The cocktail hour served yummy hors d'oeuvres with personally-named St. Patrick’s Day themed drinks, and the reception was complete with a special guest leprechaun. Cile and Lester didn’t miss a single detail.

I had the pleasure of giving a speech, along with the matron of honor and the two best men. As much as I enjoyed writing my toast, I enjoyed listening to Junior, Ate Didith and Derrick even more. Hearing old stories and shared sentiments are always some of the most heartwarming moments of the day, and this part of it was no exception.

After the toasts and dinner, it was party time. Cile and Lester are blessed with a lot of friends and family, so the evening was not short on exuberance on the dancefloor.

This was the sixth wedding I’ve been a part of in five years, and the third time I’ve had the honor of being a maid of honor. People have asked if I ever get sick of it, does it ever get old, and my answer is always no. Every wedding day I’ve been part of has been a different experience. The only thing that remains the same is how happy I am when I’m there.

I’ve known Cecile for over 17 years. We were college roommates for four years and we’ve literally seen each other through our best and worst moments. Spending the wedding day at her side and seeing her marry Lester will probably rank as one of the best of our best moments. I’m so very happy for them!

Happy Honeymooning in Jamaica, Mr. & Mrs. Broas!

series [seer-eez]

a set of successive volumes or issues of a periodical published in like form with similarity of subject or purpose.

Synonyms include: continuity, progression, sequence

When I was younger, I remember being asked what I liked to do in my spare time. What were my hobbies? What did I do when I wasn't doing school work, etc. I played volleyball in elementary school, cheerleading in high school, but I wouldn't consider either endeavor to be "spare time" activities. I was certainly no athlete. And though I was (and still am) fortunate to have had a social life, what I really enjoy doing, as nerdy as it was to admit in my "younger" days, was read. And what I really love to read are series.

When I was in the fifth grade, I discovered the Anne of Green Gables series. At 11 years old, I took to Anne like an imaginary friend whose adventures in life and love I so wished I was part of. I wished I had her sassiness, her focus, her smarts and, of course, I wished (and sometimes still do) for Gilbert Blythe's devotion.

The longest series I've read is Harry Potter. I consider myself a Janey-come-lately of sorts, and J.K. Rowling's masterpiece is the perfect example of it. You can tell by looking at the series of books I own, at which point I finally caught on. The first four HP books are paperback (which I prefer) and books 5-7 are, well, hardcover. When the last three books were released, I devoured them; read them each moment I had a few minutes to spare. Harry Potter came out when I was in college. I worked at the bookstore on campus and shelved these classics-in-the-making over and over again, oblivious to their magic (pun tooootally intended). I think J.K. Rowling might have even visited the bookstore across the street when I was at UCI. But when did I start on Sorcerer's Stone? About two years after I graduated.

The Lord of the Rings series is one I feel a little guilty about. It's a classic, for sobbing out loud, but I discovered it, how else, through film of course. I watched "Lord of Rings: Fellowship of the Ring" because I was curious about it, and you know what? The orcs totally and utterly freaked me out and I have to be honest and say, I didn't really understand any of it...so I read the book. When in doubt, right? After I read that, I read Two Towers...then Return of the King, all before the last two films came out. J.R.R. Tolkien, to have created a language like Elvish, not to mention a whole world made up of so many different races and creatures - it's just so incredibly...INCREDIBLE.

...And then came Twilight. I was chatting with a friend of mine online a few years ago, and she asked if I was reading Twilight too. What the hell is Twilight?, I asked. She responded with an all-caps, no-doubt shouting, WHAT?! Janey-come-lately, remember? So a couple of years ago, before a planned girls-night-in, someone suggested we rent New Moon. I hadn't seen the first Twilight movie so I rented it on my own before that thinking, obviously, how am I going to understand New Moon if I hadn't seen Twilight? For whatever reason, we ended up not watching New Moon but after watching that sorry excuse for a first movie in a series, Twilight, I got curious and just decided to read the book, so I borrowed it...and then it swallowed me whole. WHOLE. I started reading in mid-March in 2010 and finished the whole series by the end of April. I read late at night before bed, while I brushed my teeth in the morning, at work during lunch, in time-outs during Laker games - it was beyond ridiculous how quickly I finished those four really long books but I had to know, as quickly as I could, what Edward and Bella's future held. Lucky for me, by the time I discovered the Twilight Saga, the entire series had already been published. Being "late to the party" suddenly became an advantage - I didn't have to wait anxiously for the next book in the series to be released.

About four and half hours ago, I finished reading the last book in The Hunger Games series. Katniss and Peeta kept me inside the house during this rainy weekend and I'm thankful they did. I started The Hunger Games last Monday. Jovi handed me her copy of Catching Fire on Thursday at work, just in case I finished the first book during the weekend, she said. Yeah, I started Catching Fire on Friday night and finished Saturday night, at which point I dove right into the last book because, two chapters from finishing the second, I went to Target and bought Mockingjay. I fell asleep last night with the book in my hand and woke up this morning to an extra hour and read about 160 pages before breakfast. I literally couldn't get myself to put the books down because I HAD to know what happened next, and I had to read (and hear in my head), Peeta speak to Katniss the way he did. It was like Edward Cullen all over again. No one writes a romantic hero like women can (Go Stephenie Meyer and Suzanne Collins!).

Except for The Hunger Games, merely because I literally JUST finished the last book today, I've read all the books above at least twice, and why shouldn't I? Whether it's a simple but meaningful life on Prince Edward Island, a magical world at Hogwarts, a fantastical existence on Middle Earth, Vampire and Werewolf-inhabited Washington State or the authoritarian nation of Panem; taking yourself somewhere beyond the rudimentary life that pound at us each day is refreshing. And sometimes, you just need to read something inspiring, encouraging, or just nice...

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"There's a book of revelations in everyone's life." ~ Anne Shirley, Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery

"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it." ~ Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling

"It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something...That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for." ~ Samwise Gamgee, Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night, very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything." ~ Edward Cullen, New Moon, Stephenie Meyer

"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever." Peeta to Katniss, Catching Fire, Suzanne Collins

hospitality [hos-pi-tal-i-tee]

the friendly reception and treatment of guests or strangers; the quality or disposition of receiving and treating guestsand strangers in a warm, friendly, generous way

Synonyms include: amiability, heartiness, warmth

It's impossible not to feel welcome when you enter a house and see this sitting atop the coffee table:

...yet that is what greeted me tonight when I invaded the Lontok household for dinner. To say this evening was the highlight of my day would be an understatement. After a not-so-awesome 8 hours prior, I spent the next 2 1/2 eating a home cooked meal and enjoying the company of two people who I feel so fortunate to know. And after a few brief encounters through mutual friends, and one dinner date at BJ's, I feel even more blessed to call them friends.

Tam and Greg (and this is going to sound so cornball but there's no other way to say it) have this aura about them, and it radiates so warmly that I can't imagine anyone not being charmed by their sheer genuineness. There are no two people who best define the term "salt of the earth" than these two.

"Bless Anna," Greg said during grace, and in that moment, whatever upset me earlier today was shoved out their front door, forbidden to cause me anymore grief...at least until tomorrow.

Our appetizer plates were yummy (darn it - forgot to get pictures of the crackers!) and the main course was even yummier! I love salmon and asparagus!

All I could contribute today was some ice cream from Baskin Robbins. It wasn't much, and I wish I could've brought something more worthy of the two courses that came before it, but we enjoyed the sweet treat nonetheless.

Thank you so much, Tam and Greg (and Hachi), for having me over for a delicious meal, for the great tour of your home, for listening to me yammer on, for laughing your infectious laughs and for being such lovely friends to be around! Next time, it's my treat! =)

innovate [in-uh-veyt]

to introduce something new; make changes in anything established; to introduce (something new) for or as if for the first time

Synonyms include: found, invent, pioneer

It absolutely never fails. Death, or possibly a closer than imminent encounter with it, will always force you to re-evaluate your life. Have I made the right choices? Have I chosen the right career? The right friends? Have I been a good daughter? A good sister? A good Catholic? If I die tomorrow, or if I don't make it through the night, will I be able to look back from the afterlife and be proud of what I did in my earthly life?

A great number of us trudge through the day after we awaken with dread because this life, simply, isn't what we planned. We are not as successful as we dreamed, as beautiful as we wished, or as happy as we always figured we would be...eventually. Everything we need seems scarce and everything we try to avoid seems to multiply, clinging to us so tightly at times that it becomes difficult to believe that we'll every find a way out of it.

At 33 years old, I think often to myself. I thought I would've done more with my life, yet I sit in my cubicle staring at a computer screen for 8 hours (sometimes more) each day, filing, sending emails, etc. all the while trying to remember if maybe THIS LIFE is what I actually dreamt of having and maybe I just, well, didn't know it. I attempt some sensible convincing, of course, because what, exactly, is wrong with this part of my life? The job is stable, the people are great, I'm capable of doing the work, it pays well, etc. Nothing wrong with anything, really.

And then it hits me every time - Is what I do each day making a difference in this world? And, essentially, is it making a difference in me?

One of the most intelligent, most innovative and surely one of the most creative thinkers of the modern world died today. At 56 years old, former Apple CEO Steve Jobs passed away, and in his passing, we not only remember the gadgets he created or the changes he made to how we do everything, from listening to music to communicating across a great distance; we will remember the philosophy he so often preached regarding the reasons for his success and hope that for our own good, we will become or continue to be active participants in our own pursuit.

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“When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something."

“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”