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๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿž๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿง‹Dear Diary, No one talks about what happens

when the adrenaline of survival fades away.

In the stillness of 1:38 AM, when the world is hushed and the chaos of survival subsides, a rare moment emerges for contemplation. Here, in this silent sanctuary, the floodgates of grief open, allowing for reflection upon the mishandlings of the past. Perspectives shift as the harsh realities come into focus, urging a more pragmatic outlook.

No one talks about what happens when the adrenaline of survival fades away. Let me shed light on it. In the tranquility of silence, I find space to grieve and ponder the mishandling of situations. It’s in these moments that my perspective shifts, prompting a more grounded and realistic understanding of things.

The pursuit of personal fulfillment becomes the demands of others, leading to the systematic dismantling of one’s security, stability, and happiness. Countless battles waged silently, hidden from the world’s gaze, met with indifference or hostility from those who wish to see defeat rather than resilience.

There were countless moments when I felt defeated, yet no one knew the struggles I faced. It seemed like others were rooting for my failure, unable to bear the idea of my success. I struggle to understand why we can’t support each other and strive for the best together. I believe in divine timingโ€”what’s meant for you will come to you. If you’re sincere and dedicated, obstacles won’t hinder your path to success.

I link my Bluetooth to the Harmon Kardon speaker and cue up music from my Amazon Likes playlist. While my little chefs prepare breakfast, I attend to the household chores, folding blankets into makeshift beds. The laughter of children in the kitchenโ€”offers a fleeting respite from the storm. The weather is lovely, prompting me to open the blinds and sliding door to let in the fresh air. However, my gaze falls upon my cat’s cage outside, a lingering reminder of a task I’ve been struggling to complete. I hope to dismantle it soon and rid myself of its presence.

A visit to the temple, Wat Phosiesattanak, in hopes of encountering my father, only to find he has already departed, brings a sense of belonging, a connection to heritage and community. I tuned in with the familiar sights and sounds. Nevertheless, we indulge in Thai tea and cultural foods, relishing the sense of belonging among familiar faces. This is as connected as I’ll ever be with anyone, just the surface level. Can’t go deep because I don’t want to get caught up in the whirlwind. On the surface level, I can satisfy my needs for H2O, Vitamin D, and Vitamin Me.

Posted in Amy Douangmany, parenting, Uncategorized

๐Ÿค•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชป๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘’ Dear Diary, Taking a step back to focus on self-care

seems imperative now.

At 1:22 AM, I find myself reflecting on my current state. I’m munching on some leftovers from yesterday, a stark reminder of the scarcity of food I intake, which likely explains my persistent hunger and restlessness. I’ve been struggling to sleep, resorting to forcing myself into a state of rest. Recognizing the need for a dietary boost, I contemplate stocking up on nutritional and protein shakes to support my health and hopefully restore my equilibrium.

Today, my oldest daughter’s words of encouragement resonated deeply. Her assurance that I am organized provided a soothing balm for my frayed nerves. Her perspective reminds me that my stresses are but specks in the grand scheme of things. Recent interactions with my daughter, Maylana, have revealed a protective streak within her, a testament to the depth of our bond.

I yearn for respite from this perpetual state of stress and exhaustion. Taking a step back to focus on self-care seems imperative now. My children, meanwhile, were off exploring the world at Turks & Caicos over the weekend, and my youngest is still out of state returning by the week’s end. Their tales of adventure consist of hermit crabs, snorkeling, and days and days of swimming in the clear waters on the beautiful island, collecting sea shells and watching the sunset.

Today’s interactions include a cafรฉ sit-in for coffee and a shared cooking session with my oldest daughter later in the evening. Navigating the complexities of relationships weighs heavily on my mind.

Communication, patience, and mutual respect are paramount traits I strive to embody in my interactions with loved ones. Despite setbacks and frustrations, I persevere, cherishing the journey of life.

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๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿฅ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŒ„๐Ÿ“ท Dear Diary, Today unfolded as a day of introspection and gratitude.

Despite grappling with the challenges of aging,

I found solace in the inner peace and youthful spirit that still resided within me. Though my body and mind may undergo changes, I’ve come to accept and embrace the natural progression of life. In a society fixated on concealing signs of aging through cosmetic means, I advocate for a different approach โ€“ one that prioritizes inner contentment and confidence.

Reflecting on my influence on others, I’m humbled by the impact I’ve had on those around me, particularly my loved ones who witness both the highs and lows of my journey. Their appreciation for my outlook on life, characterized by a pursuit of peace, love, and happiness, fills me with gratitude.

The morning brought simple joys as I sat with my daughters, planning breakfast and engaging in a round of card games. Through these activities, I seized the opportunity to impart valuable lessons to my children, teaching them about memory, patience, and the acceptance of both success and failure.

Amidst the rush of daily routines, a tender moment with my youngest daughter, Akira, reminded me of the beauty in simplicity. As I helped my youngest daughter out of the shower and dressed her, we both applied lotion. She looked up at me and uttered those precious words, “Mom, your face looks pretty.” Her heartfelt compliment, one she shares with me often, never fails to touch my heart. It’s a simple gesture that reminds me of the beauty found in the everyday moments of motherhood. Her genuine compliment about my appearance, delivered with innocence and sincerity, touched me deeply. Despite my disheveled state, her words reaffirmed the unconditional love we share.

The experience of using Google often stirs up a range of emotions within me, particularly when old memories resurface โ€“ whether they’re from 14 years ago, six years ago, or nine years ago. Recently, I found myself delving into a trove of photos, prompting me to share them with friends. Among those recipients was my best friend, Bao Nguyen Lee, from childhood, with whom I exchanged heartfelt text messages, expressing my deep appreciation for our enduring friendship. It’s moments like these that remind me of the value of lifelong connections and the importance of acknowledging the bonds that have shaped my journey. As I expressed gratitude for her unwavering support, I marveled at the bond shared among us, united by the journey of motherhood and the trials of life.

Overwhelmed by emotions, I found myself immersed in memories and nostalgia, spurred by glimpses of the past through old photographs.

Lately, I’ve been busy crafting meal plans and tackling errands, but I’ve come to realize that these tasks are integral parts of life’s journey. It’s not solely about reaching specific destinations; rather, it’s about embracing the experiences woven into each day โ€“ from preparing meals to running errands. Alongside these daily routines, I find joy in sharing the wisdom I’ve accumulated with my loved ones, witnessing their growth and vitality. As I navigate the process of aging, I welcome the evolution of my mindset, ever hopeful that I’ll continue to grow and adapt to life’s ever-changing circumstances.

A glimmer of hope emerged as I contemplated the possibility of finding a true companion โ€“ a confidant who understands and accepts me unconditionally. Beyond mere romance, I yearn for a connection rooted in genuine understanding and mutual respect, a bond that transcends the passage of time.

In these moments of reflection, I am reminded of the richness of life’s tapestry, woven with threads of love, friendship, and personal growth. As I continue on this journey, I remain hopeful for the enduring companionship and meaningful connections that lie ahead.

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๐Ÿšฟ ๐Ÿ’ญ ๐Ÿ›Œ โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ Dear Diary, In a moment of clarity, a realization dawned upon me,

and with a resolute decision, I determined that a transformation was necessaryโ€”a shedding of the old self to embrace the new.

Though I remain adorned with wisdom, knowledge, kindness, goodness, self-awareness, and accountability, I yearned for a fresh iteration of myself.

As I stood beneath the cascading water of the shower, time seemed to stretch infinitely, each droplet washing away the remnants of my former self. With meticulous care, I attended to my grooming, a ritual of self-care and renewal. It became apparent that when my external appearance faltered, my inner state followed suit, leaving me feeling less than my best.

Days spent confined to the sanctuary of my bed revealed the interconnectedness of physical and emotional well-being. Each ache of the body mirrored the pains of the heart, amplifying the urgency of my quest for transformation. In the solace of introspection, I recognized the necessity of nurturing both body and soul to achieve harmony and fulfillment in the journey towards self-discovery.

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๐ŸŒ๐Ÿชซ๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽข๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ Dear Diary, I’m Embracing Life’s Roller Coaster: Navigating Challenges and Cherishing Moments

Dear Diary,

These past weeks have been deeply introspective for me. It’s challenging to articulate, but the world’s harshness has left me questioning everything. Despite not harboring a victim mentality, I’m open to the idea of karma or life’s lessons. It’s been far from a linear journey; more like an adventurous roller coaster where peaks and falls blur together. Maybe it’s time to stop overthinking and simply savor the present. Finding solace in simple moments feels profound, especially when shared with someone specialโ€”a genuine companionship, a safe haven in this chaotic world.

But with every gain, there’s a price: maintenance, expenses, emotional investment, the risk of vulnerability. Yet, isn’t it all worth it? These thoughts rush through me as I reflect at 12:41 AM. I haven’t dedicated enough time to my passions or fitness regimen, so now, I’m jotting down my goals. It’s daunting to step out of my comfort zone, but perhaps taking small, deliberate steps is the answer.

Time is precious, and I don’t want to waste it feeling unfulfilled. Meaningful connections with a select few sustain me. I must embrace change gradually, recognizing that everything takes time. The infinity roller coaster of life never stops, and I want to keep it well-maintained. Being proactive and grateful for what I have is crucial; there’s much I can’t control or foresee, but I can work on myself and cherish the journey.

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๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ“š ๐ŸŒงย ๐ŸŒˆDear Diary, I will wait…

I will wait for you because you are always going to be worth the wait.

It is Sunday and I am commencing off this month with gratitude and rejuvenation. A lot has transpired in the past many months and the weather is shifting. When you step outside, you can feel the breeze that passes through. My heart is astounded with affection and appreciation. I continue to pray for those that I care for, near and far, even if we don’t speak any longer or there’s ongoing distance including unforeseen detachments. I pray for everyone to take it a day at a time, your mental well-being and physical health are worth more than any acquaintance, connection, and or occupation. It’s okay to prioritize your needs and put up boundaries for your own sanity.

I am lying on my stomach, face entirely buried into a cushion in the presence of my first male masseuse. He is using a body scrub on me going from head to toe which is followed up with a full body massage. I feel tranquil. I wish there was a way to purify my mind of these unending contemplations. To make it less awkward, I engaged in light dialogue. As his hands press on my skin and he applies compression, I feel unconstructive energy exit my body. In this very moment, I feel inevitable and remind myself that self-care and solitude allow me to reset my thoughts and prepare myself for lifeโ€™s constant encounters.

My masseuse shared with me that his line of work has pros and cons but I want to emphasize the con(s) associated with his field of work. He shared with me that people come to these spa sessions for various reasons which stress as the reason can be less obvious. He proceeds to share that during these sessions, there is always an exchange of energy. While the massage therapist is removing bad energy, he is exposed to his clients’ energy shift/exchange and it does impact his mood on a circumstantial basis if his clients are stressed or unhappy. I left my session that afternoon with a moment of clarity. I keep this information close to my heart as I distance myself from the world from time to time.

It rained briefly yesterday as I headed into the library to pick up some new releases to read. My favorite genre is romance but I love page-turners and mystery but rather watch those genres instead of reading them. I enjoy reading about affection and passion because the novelists do a remarkable job putting those feelings or “capturing the moment” exceptionally well using words without graphics. I find that to be an exceedingly dexterous gift as I enjoy interpretation, literature, and using my imagination.

It has been storming in my life here and there, on some days there’s light rain and if I get lucky enough, a rainbow may appear, but both rain and rainbow don’t stay long. Sometimes it needs to rain as the rain can be used to strengthen our roots and to remind us that life is about developing and improving so without rain every once in a while, there’s no growth or progression.

I’ve had my share of losses and I’ve mastered the ability to not be attached to things but also people because you don’t really own anything or have any control over any person. People aren’t meant to always be there or part of your entire journey and material things cannot be taken with you when your time is up. I saw a video where a mortician spoke about how she worked at funerals for over 6 years; she shared that even when you are gone, people will still talk about you, good and bad, on that same day too. It’s just the reality of life. So do what you need to do for yourself, don’t let the opinions of others affect you.

As I find myself back in motion, I am finding the courage to change my environment on a daily basis. I don’t want to lose the opportunity to be present with the people who actually love me and are rooting for me consistently without conditions. Instead of looking for answers or closure, I give my focus to healing and accepting that I don’t ever wish to control the future or change the past. The setbacks are just opportunities for us to bounce back. If you are not willing to fail, then you’re never going to succeed because failure is literally part of the process. Be kind to everyone, you never know what they are going through, we all are going through things.

When you get here, I will be more healed and continue to heal. I will welcome you back with open arms; not just parts of you; ALL of you. I want love. I want friendship. I want business partners and a team of powerful people who are emotionally, mentally, and intellectually strong; therefore I will be everything that I want to attract. I am waiting for ME, the best possible version of myself that is so powerful and worthy of honest and genuine connections.

SHE, in her most rectified and authentic state, will always be worth the wait. I am her, she is ME.

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๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒง Dear Diary, let’s take a trip with me today.

Imagine you somehow come into the frame of the scene of my ride home with my girls. You would feel instantly how happy I am feeling right in that instance. It’s been a long day and I’m driving us to pick up my prescription. From there, I am heading to Wells Fargo and then, last stop, the clubhouse. I did my deed and now we’re almost home. We stopped by mc Donald’s for dinner. I have been cooking, eating, and sleeping all weekend so my Monday blues took me out all Sunday night until 4 am. Next thing you know, it’s 5:30 am and my girls are passing me by to get into the bathroom to begin their morning routine.

I hope I am not the only one who feels guilty about this, but I aspired to have my life so put together that I can walk my kids to the front gate like a normal person and not look dead tired, stressed, and out of sorts. My biggest issue is fighting for more time in the wrong places. Wanting to read and scroll through TikTok and the online retail therapy access will eventually bankrupt me at this point. That says a lot about how I see life, it’s bad, no point stressing it and, in short, “treat yourself queen!” kind of energy. Yup, I will always take risks, I haven’t been the type to fall and even when I have fallen, there are levels to get to rock bottom and I don’t allow myself to get there ever. I always feel that it’s a short time window before the bad times are over. That is how focused I am on the positive.

Stop. Now focus. We are in the car again, my heart is full. This life is and will always be worth living as long as I have my girls, they are my life and my inspiration. When you want something and you have to get it, lose it, wait, and earn it, you will value such “things” more than others. That is what I would say how I’d define what delayed gratification means. It’s having to wait and accept that you don’t get access or control of the situation but waiting and hoping. 

Besides the fact that today was a complete fail, well, not complete, partial fail – I took my win when my daughter couldn’t keep her eyes off of me. I am a silly mother so I said, “boo!!!?!” and we laughed, I proceeded with, “are you looking at my lashes?” She confessed and expressed her awe at my lash length. That’s right, my lashes were long and I wasn’t wearing falsies or individuals. Thanks to the Loreal mascara “real” model who isn’t an “influencer” so delivered her technique in acquiring a falsies mascara application lash look that shows length and volume. I’m obsessed and can’t wait for my lash comb to arrive. I didn’t realize how simple techniques really can change the game. The techniques don’t even require excessive knowledge or unattainable tools, it requires effort.

I am not a gatekeeper and therefore, I took the time to pull up the video and even silenced my radio for her to hear. I’m so mind-blown that I relate it to life, dating life in particular. I am blown away by the idea of a charismatic, charming, and forthright approach. What a gem it is to put zero effort into dating and just show up as your most authentic self. Make it two.