Friday.
What a crazy week it’s been. Somehow I managed to accomplish everything on my To Do List except pay my phone bill. I don’t know how I forgot. I went to the phone store, I printed out my ticket, I planned to go pay it at 7/11, and then I forgot about it until this morning when I pulled said ticket out of my purse at the laundry.
I also ended up splitting my laundry into two portions again. I’ve learned it’s better not to dump all off at the same time in case something happens. There should always be a day for undergarments and a day for blankets, sheets, towels, and pillow cases. Never both at the same time.
I did a deep-clean of my studio this week and started making a bag of clothes that have shrunk, changed forms, or ended up destroyed somehow. It’s actually shocking how fast the clothes over here fall apart. How I long for stability so my brother can just ship me a crate with all of my clothes, shoes, books, and art in it. I think I miss my library the most. There’s just something about being able to pull out a book for a random reference check…
I’m definitely having some anxiety over my interview the other day. I’m trying to control it by making vision boards on Pinterest. I made one that just has memes on it that say things like, “The perfect job for me is already on its way to me!” And “Congratulations! You got the job!” Then I just scroll through it over and over and over again.
It really helped me because my inbox this week was otherwise full of more rejections. These jobs will literally put in the ad, “We provide visas!” and then they will auto-reject you if you say you need a visa. Make it make sense!
So yeah, definitely a lot of praying going on right now. Oh, I long for stability. The thought of having to pack everything up and start all over again somewhere else fills me with dread. I thought I would be into the nomadic lifestyle when I came to Asia, but now I see it really just is exhausting. I just want a steady job and a stable income and an apartment with a long lease that I feel comfortable in.
Thoughts and prayers, thoughts and prayers.
I have no idea what I’m going to do if I don’t get this job. This is the only interview I’ve gotten after almost a full year and hundreds of applications. I just pray and pray and pray and pray. More vision boards, more manifesting, more meditation, more cleansing rituals. Magic will get me a job. I truly believe that. I have no other choice than to believe it because if I don’t believe, things would be bad, and I didn’t risk everything and take a giant gamble to come here if it’s all just bad.
There has to be something good in this world. There just has to be.
Anyway, I do believe in the power of manifestation. I’ve been using my Pinterest account to make vision boards for like 10 years and most of the stuff I’ve put on there has, in fact, manifested. I traveled all over the US, I went to the Paris Writing Workshop, I did Yoga Teacher Training Courses in India and Bali, I’ve traveled to about a dozen countries, I did the TEFL, and I’ve lived in some amazing apartments. I’ve even built myself a whole new Island of Lost Guys and populated it with some real sexy international beefcakes instead of the abusive losers I was stuck with back home.
I can do this. I will just continue channeling all the positive energy and surrounding myself with light and love. I have completely avoided going out this week in favor of saving money and making better life choices. And by making better life choices, I definitely mean turning my studio into a meditation cave and visualizing the life I want in order to keep myself on track.
Oh god, I can’t get my mind off the job hunting thing. It’s been so stressful. I hope I get this job so bad. One interview out of a hundred or so applications. I still can’t believe it popped up. I was really frustrated with the job hunt, so I flipped a coin. Heads is Hong Kong, Tails is Cambodia. I got tails twice, so I reached out and contacted the yoga work trade person in Cambodia. Literally 15 minutes after I wrote the email, I got a call out of nowhere from this company here in HK and invited for an interview. Magic!
Later I received a message back from the work trade and the deal they are offering is even shadier than I expected. It’s so ridiculous how many people in the yoga “community” exploit the concept of “Bhakti” (service/devotion) for free labour. Let’s just say this person’s situation is one where they should definitely be paying someone professionally for what they are asking for. I was actually shocked by how exploitive the offer actually was. I haven’t even responded to it. It has “shady” written all over it. But, ya know, it is Cambodia, and if there’s one thing Cambodia is known for, it’s the fact that it’s shady AF.
Yet another reason to avoid the yoga “community” altogether. I started doing yoga for deeply intense spiritual reasons and for therapeutic purposes. Seeing how many people there are out there willing to exploit other people’s suffering for their own gain has really messed with me. Most of the people I’ve met through yoga have been straight-up gross. Selfish, narcissistic, very me-me-me-me-me-me. Exploitive. Manipulative. Just completely and totally unconcerned with the world around them. It’s definitely pushed me away from wanting to teach yoga or be around other yogis.
In the future, it’s something I plan to do just for me. I find I’m much happier when I’m alone in a park or on a rooftop or at the beach, moving my body in whatever way feels best for me in the moment. Being around the yoga community right now just completely kills my vibe. It’s just too much…
Okay, I’m off to meditate again now. I just talked to one of my friends from the coffee shop about my interview. He’s pretty positive for me. He says I have the “Hong Kong Can-Do Attitude.” He thinks anyone who can say they’ve been surviving in Hong Kong and SEA in general without a job is a good candidate. Hong Kongers tend to respect that. Game recognizes game. Sharks recognize sharks. Anyone who is willing to stay and fight for their place here deserves a spot. I love that. I hope he is right.
As they say, are you “CAN-tonese” or “CANT-onese”? Just kidding, I’m pretty sure no one here has ever said that. I just came up with it on my own. It’s a play on the whole “Ameri-CAN” or “Ameri-CANT” thing.
Oh god, please pray for me. I need this. I really, really need this.
Okay, time to go chill and meditate. The End.