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My first time in Asia! (Apart from being born in China, that is.) Still, I consider it my first as it was my first time flying west versus east for a trip. Anyways, I should give some background to how it all started…

You remember that time in whatever class it was that you were forced to learn about a subject that you had absolutely no care about and convinced yourself there was no need for that kind of knowledge outside of that class in the “real world”? Well sometimes, you actually do need that knowledge and you secretly have to thank whoever it was that made you learn about it. Take myself for example; saving the easiest international business course for my last quarter of college. Halfway through the quarter, we are split into groups and each assigned a random country to do a in-depth country analysis and report on. What country do we get? Vietnam. Up until that point, I knew about one word in Vietnamese and it was pho (which I also had not actually ever had.) Other than that, my knowledge of Vietnam was minimal, if exaggerating. Fast forward an A+, a few friends taking graduation trips to southeast Asia and some time off work, the slight mention of Vietnam paired with the annual father daughter trip kicking in early this year had my dad and I heading out New Year’s Day for my first trip to Asia.

Tips Before Traveling to Vietnam:

Bring a long skirt/pant/something to cover knees and shoulders at temples/pagodas.

Research and plan for travel time between locations, i.e. Sapa is a beautiful trip from Hanoi, but 9 hours one way.

Be prepared for humid temp. i.e. mosquitoes.

If you’re going to be in the jungle or remote areas, you may need shots, minimum a month out.

Don’t forget to apply for a Vietnam visa, which you can do here.

Lonely Planet’s Best of Vietnam guide is really helpful to hit all the hotspots in a short amount of time.

Hoi An:

This quaint lantern-lit city was my favorite city out of our trip. Even though people say Hoi An is a bit touristy, if you go outside the busy main street, there is a humility and gentle placidness to this coastal town. Situated on the Thu Bon River, the “Yellow City” of Vietnam mixes Vietnamese, Chinese, and Japanese culture through colonial style. The sound of brooms sweeping storefronts at six in the morning sets the backdrop for a charming day within the hustle and bustle of Old Town. For us, the most perfect of mornings was spent waking up in our lovely hotel at The Quin Riverside Villa and renting bikes for a pedal around the sleepy town yet to rise. Stop for a Vietnamese coffee (the best kind of coffee) before walking through the market or riding across bridges and through the little streets lined with small shops and local boutiques.

Our very first meal in Vietnam was at Bale Well and well… it was dang good. There is only one option; a wrap-your-own-roll banh xeo with shrimp spring rolls, grilled pork satay, fresh herbs, some amazing sauce, and rice paper so need to worry about what to order, just order a drink, sit back, and stuff your face to your heart’s desire. It’s a bit hard to find, but once found you’ll find yourself amidst many locals and foreigners alike all enjoying a yummy meal.

Hoi An food culture is as colorful and lively as the buildings that make it up. Skip Anthony Bourdain’s banh mi recommendation and save your hunger for the ultimate feast in the form of a cooking class. To experience and taste the best of Hoi An food (and honestly some of our favorite food the whole trip), we more than recommend Golden Lotus Cooking School for a once-in-a-lifetime cooking experience. Probably my favorite meal of the whole trip was cao lau, Hoi An’s noodle specialty, which your very own chose and cooked for our whole cooking class. Our first choice for the Green Bamboo Cooking School had no more available spots, but Golden Lotus and Linh’s intelligence, kindness, and leadership went beyond our expectations. Though we did not do them, other Hoi An activities include taking advantage of the fantastic (and cheap) tailoring services, visiting the My Son ruins or the Tra Que vegetable village. Take note there is no airport or train station in Hoi An, it is only accessible by road. The closest main city is Danang from which you can taxi or bus to Hoi An.


Since we travelled south to north, there were a few ways to get between Hue and Hoi An. If you have the time and funds, without a doubt I would say a motorbike tour is the preferred and most fun way to travel. The best motorbike tour from Hoi An to Hue (or vis versa) is Le Family Riders, which gives you the opportunity to ride a motorbike, solo or with a personal driver, to travel across the Hai Van Pass to Hue. I cannot express how much fun we had doing this, along with all the fun stops and top sights in between.

Having been the country’s capital up until 1945, Hue is still known as the Imperial City. A lot of present day Hue is shaped by its past, as history continues to treasure the numerous pagodas, monuments, and temples spread across the small city. The most notable royal structure is the Forbidden Purple City; enclosed by the high stoned-wall Citadel and home of the  Nguyen Emperors until 1945. Other top sights include the Tombs of the Emperors and Thien Mu Pagoda, of which you can visit from a wonderful and relaxing Perfume River boat tour as well. The influence of the imperial dynasty is reflected in it’s cuisine, as many dishes are the same dishes that were served to the Emperor. Hanh restaurant is a good one stop shop to try all of Hue specialities, such as nem lui and banh beo. For those with a little more spine, visit the Dong Ba Market where amidst hassling vendors you can find a tiny stall complete with tiny chairs to sit down and have some of the best Hue beef noodle soup, bun bo Hue. 

We stayed at the Scarlett Boutique Hotel, which was a fantastic location for visiting sights in the day and experiencing the nightlife around the city center. If you need a slower afternoon, take an off the beaten path excursion to unwind at the riverside Cafe Tre Nga for a Vietnamese coffee then dip back to the hotel for a nice, relaxing massage. Had we planned a second day in Hanoi, we would have definitely done a day trip to Paradise Caves.

Ninh Binh/Tam Coc:

Since Vietnam is so big, it can be difficult to make it to those smaller, lesser known gems in the countryside, but the minute I saw pictures of Tam Coc I knew I had to go no matter how difficult.

In the words of my dad, for a “rustic and authentic” experience, booking tickets for the overnight sleeper train is a cheap and somewhat efficient way of traveling around the country. Ninh Binh is not much more than a city, but is the closest major station to get where you really want to stay in Tam Coc, which is about 4 km away. Tam Coc is also known as the Halong Bay of Land, with limestone rock formations towering over serene rice paddies and rivers running through caves. Though we didn’t get to visit Halong Bay, this natural paradise is arguably a more accessible and more authentic experience than the tourist-filled latter.

Our stay at the Mountain Lake Homestay was a dream. It is a family run homestay, the lodges are extremely clean and spacious, and the hospitality is impeccable. The family is so sweet, they treat you like one of their own and are truly happy to help you in any and all ways. From our homestay, we were able to enjoy all the main activities like biking to Bich Dong Pagoda, hiking the 500 steps to the top of Mua Cave, and my favorite, taking a boat tour through the Trang An Grottoes. To partake in the local food, Ninh Binh/Tam Coc is known for their delicious goat dishes which can found at both Thuy Linh and Father Cooking restaurant.


Otherwise known as the capital of Vietnam, Hanoi is the city of in northern Vietnam. Though I have yet to visit Ho Chi Minh City, myself and many others share the notion that Hanoi has a more original, distinctive culture and history than compared to its more modernized and populated southern counterpart. Hanoi is dynamic and ancient, with handicraft traditional villages like the ceramics and pottery of Bat Trang or the silver-making street Hang Bac intertwined with cultural relics and picturesque scenery. There are many things to do and see in Hanoi such as visiting the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum (he’s literally in there) or walking around Hoan Kiem Lake, but most of the action lives within in the Old Quarter, a chaotic maze of energy and life. The best way to see the Old Quarter is just walking around on foot, exploring each nook and cranny for yourself.

And within Old Quarter is food. Lots of food. Lots of good food. And lots of amazing food. In Hanoi, street food is king. Like the architecture, Vietnam is still heavily influenced by the French, which can also be seen in Vietnamese food. Weaved within narrow alleyways and busy sidewalks, the best food is found across a range of family-owned restaurants and local vendors. For newbies, you can go on a street food tour, but since you’re reading a total foodie’s blog, I’ve compiled a short and sweet beginner’s guide of must-try foods in Hanoi and the best place to get them. You’re welcome.

Soleil’s Mini Food Guide to Hanoi

Pho: Anywhere. But it’s pretty popular here.

Pho Gia Truyen Bat Dan: 49 Bat Dan

Cha ca: I love fish and so do the Vietnamese. This dish is where they fry a delicate, fatty white fish in turmeric with dill and green onion and it’s really freaking delicious. We went here twice. The original place is at Cha Ca La Vong, but this is much much much better.

Cha Ca Thang Long: 19-21-31 Duong Thanh, Hoan Kiem

Egg coffee: Vietnamese coffee + egg + piece of heaven. It tastes like a liquid creme brulee.

Giang Cafe: 39 Nguyễn Hữu Huân, Hàng Bạc, Hoàn Kiếm

Banh mi: Vietnamese subway sandwich. This is tricky as each person has their personal preference, but I’d have to say my favorite was at Bami Bread. Finding the ‘perfect’ banh mi can be tricky as different regions of Vietnam prepare it differently, but can also be fun as each individual seeks out their own.

Bami Bread: 98 Hang Bac 

Bun cha: Pork noodle soup with fresh herbs. You cannot, I repeat not, leave Hanoi with eating it. And this is absolutely the best place to get it. Alleyway, inconspicuous, unassuming, the flavors of gods.

Bun Cha Hang Quat: 74 Hang Quat

You definitely want to stay in the middle of Old Quarter for all the action, and there is no better place to stay than the Diamond King Hotel. Of all however many countries I’ve travelled to so far, the hospitality and service at The Diamond King Hotel is at the top. Their genuine kindness welcomes you in and their sincerity is overwhelming. We came in as guests and left as friends, I would stay there again and again.

Beyond Old Quarter, Hanoi also has a French Quarter on the southern end of Hoan Kiem Lake, which is home to many wide-open streets, high-end shopping, and grand government buildings. Head west for a little thrill at Hanoi’s “Train Street”, a street where locals going about their daily life with a train whizzing by a couple inches from their front door. Two trains run a day, at 3:30 p.m. and 7:30 p.m., so you want to get there about a half hour early to get a lay of the land and choose your prime photo-taking point. There are a few spots you can watch the train from, but the main train street lies on a small street between Kham Tien and Le Duan, the exact lane called Ngo 224 Le Duan. If you have time to venture outside of the city center, head on over to The Hanoi Bicycle Collective to rent a bike and spend a half, or full, day biking around West Lake, stopping for coffee, feeling the cool lake breeze, and exploring the many pleasant attractions.

Main Takeaways:

There’s more to Vietnamese food than pho and banh mis.

Prior to this trip, other than Peruvian food, my favorite food was Vietnamese food, but now I know my view was very limited and I now have a whole new belief system in what and how delicious Vietnamese food is. At home, I don’t usually eat soup, noodles, or pork, and yet dishes like cao lau and bun cha I still have dreams about. Oh and fresh spring rolls. Never forget the fresh spring rolls.

I look Vietnamese.

I kid you not, I had at least 8 Vietnamese people tell me I look Vietnamese. I disagree and have no idea what to do with this information.

The Vietnamese people are extremely hard-working.

Exploring cities in the early morning, eating on the street, and getting away from the crowds gave me an incredibly clear and honest look into the discipline that the Vietnamese have for every task they do. The vegetables that we so easily pick up at the grocery store are brought into the market balanced on the backs of old women from miles away. The reconstruction of villages are built off of determination for improving and positive change in their communities. Most importantly, I see the perseverance deep in their souls from the pain and trauma of the Vietnam War that has been turned into a beautiful glory of hope in their people that shows in their work and daily life.

The Vietnamese people are incredibly kind, sincere, and hospitable.

Especially since I work in the service industry, my whole perspective on service and hospitality has been rewired due to the overwhelming kindness of the Vietnamese people. Where I work, we have a very high standard for saying the right thing and being precise at every single moment. This all has a place and time, and I am thankful for those standards, but I have also been reminded that you don’t always have to know everything or say everything perfect, parallel to the Vietnamese speaking English or lack thereof, but that one feels most welcomed by the intention of the host. I felt the excitement from the Vietnamese every time I walked in the door and their silly grins of happiness made me smile. Not only were they genuinely happy to serve me, but they were also proud of what they were doing. They were proud of their country. It was such an honor to be on the receiving end of the pride that welcomed me to their country.

Family is not taken for granted.

In a country like Vietnam, rural and even metropolitan areas are not as  with material things. Whether it be social media or large houses, the Vietnamese people don’t have much space physically or egotistically to waste effort on, so with the little space they do have, they use it for family. Gathering for dinner all together on the street at the end of the night to running full businesses together, the way they do life together and for each other is gracious and inspiring. Not to mention, it made me that much more grateful for the awesome family I do have, like my dad!

Go to Vietnam!

It’s super duper cheap, the natural beauty is incredible, the people are one-of-a-kind and the food is out of this world! I don’t know how much more convincing you need; seriously I’m planning my return as I type this. In all honesty, I would say it’s in the top 5 places I’ve travelled. The culture and food and community and food and scenery and food… oh and did I mention food? One of my New Year’s resolutions was to ‘travel somewhere new’ and I’d say 2018 is off to one hell of a start. Here’s to the next 350 days of adventures and crossing off more of those resolutions…maybe multiple times.


So remember that whole ‘December Detox’ thing I was going for? Well in complete honesty, it failed. Not every part of it, but a lot of it. Things I did accomplish: No social media, sleeping more, treating myself once a week to something relaxing. Wooo! The others on the list, no so much. But that doesn’t mean I am a failure. Rather, I am human.

Here’s a fun fact: as humans, our brain has a negativity bias (!). This means our brains are wired to be more tuned into negative news than positive. From the earliest era of our existence, this podcast explains it well in that when presented with positive versus negative news, our brains latch onto the negative, and casually dismiss the positive. This way of thinking in times of danger has helped us survive, but in today’s world, it is extremely destructive. This last year has had many lows, both publicly and personally, but that is all the more reason to celebrate and reflect on the positive.

My 2017 Highlights

I travelled out of the country! With the best people ever.

I crossed off new hikes! In the most beautiful places ever. Including best people ever.

I graduated from college! From the best place ever. Extra best people ever. ( I almost forgot this one!)

I got my first job! At the best place ever. Even more best people ever.

I got my first apartment! In the best place ever. Add to list of best people ever.

I spent high quality time with my friends (old and new) and family. Legit best people ever.

Okay, I’m seeing a theme here. I get to do life with THE BEST PEOPLE EVER. Not until I sat here writing this, did I realize how much of my life is based on the people I am surrounded by. So to you my co-workers, housemates, family, friends near and far, you are responsible for my energy, happiness, fulfillment, joy, and all around wellbeing. I hope our time together and relationships only continue to grow and develop because I really do love ya’ll so much.

Now comes the negativity bias. While the people around me are all there and well, if I am being completely honest, I am not. Long story short, I have been struggling with body image, mental health and other evils I am still fighting. I have come to the hard realization but also beautiful truth of the false lie that has been ever present throughout my life; that is:

I believe being imperfect messes things up.

It’s something so deeply rooted in me that it would take years to explain, and unfortunately, has led to many vicious thoughts and behaviors upon myself over time. Yet on the flip side, this year I have leaned into vulnerability more than ever, which has most definitely involved a crap ton of tears, both privately and publicly (like in front of all 100 coworkers publicly), but there is something so invigorating  about the release of holding onto something that you have been holding on to for so long and letting your heart flood out only for the support of your family and friends to put new life and love in.

According to my horoscope (thanks Greta), apparently this year’s theme for me is taking hold of the reigns of the “wellness wagon”. As silly as that sounds, I’m taking it to heart and putting my own health and wellness first and foremost. My health and wellbeing has always been important to me growing up and this last year, while I may have seemed okay on the outside, the insides were far from it. Not just this year, but from here on forever more, I am committing to taking the steps that I need to take to make me feel like my best self, inside and out. Along the way, I will fail and I’m accepting the fact that that’s alright, because I am human. 

Nonetheless, to be open and honest with you all, here are not my resolutions, but rather…


Meditate in the morning

Travel somewhere new

Eat less red meat and more vegetables

Practice mindfulness

Sit with emotions

Talk with Jesus more

Talk about Jesus more

Get my creative juices flowing

Do some drastic change in appearance

Embrace imperfection

Be a badass

I’m not quite entirely sure what all these will look like, but I have a feeling I will do them as imperfectly and humanly as possible with probably the best people ever.

I’ve always liked being early. I was that kid that starting working on the homework while the teacher was still handing it out. My thinking: start now and you’ll be that much further ahead, get the hard stuff out of the way, then you can celebrate worry-free later, right?

Left in the mini wake of Thanksgiving thankfulness and preparing for the tidal wave of December holiday chaos only means New Year’s Resolutions and the annual stroke of midnight when everyone is forever changed (at least until the end of January) is right around the corner. The past few months, my life has been somewhat of a rollercoaster and now on day seven of being bedridden, this is probably the strongest sign from God that I need to take a break. More than a physical break, but an emotional break, a mental break, a ‘take care of my whole-being’ break. A reset of sorts, or in other words; a resolution. A resolution to take care of myself better, so that I can take care of others better. You can’t exhale without inhaling. I’m ready to get rid of some old to make room for some new, but why wait until the New Year for resolutions? Rather, I wanted to get a head start on what I’m calling my detox December; a time where I am committing to putting all aspects of my health and wellbeing at the forefront of my life. Some things I’m adding, some things I’m taking away, all meant for the purpose of learning from and listening to my body of how best to take care of myself during a full schedule.

My Detox December

  1. No social media (except for work-related purposes)
  2. Sleep more
  3. Stretch for 10 minutes every morning
  4. Drink more water
  5. Treat myself once a week to something relaxing i.e. massage, facial, sauna, etc.
  6. Read my bible more
  7. 30 day food cleanse
  8. Get creative- paint more, draw more, craft more
  9. Love deeply
  10. Act like a child- in faith, in honesty, in laughter, in stress

I’ve always liked a challenge. If I can follow this during the busiest month, doing it during the slowest or most relaxed month will be that much easier. Also if I write it here, I’m hoping to have you all hold me accountable. Feel free to join me if you’re feeling inspired! It can be one simple thing that you give up this month, like not reading your emails before 10 a.m. or meditating a little each day, whatever it is to help keep you healthy, happy, engaged, focused, energized and motivated this holiday season. Give yourself your own best gift by treating your head and heart with the care they deserve, don’t wait until January to make the changes you want to make, and of course, enjoy the holidays!


For the majority of my life, fall has signified the beginning: a settling of schedules and school, the start of routines, a new but known start. Four months ago, having finished my final quarter, I was lying in bed silently freaking out of about what I was going to do, where I was going to be, and so forth for the other 300 quarters of my life. Fast forward, and I am still lying in bed —so I guess that part hasn’t changed— but a lot of other things have so here’s a little quarterly update.

I got a job! I started my first job as a server at Canlis in Queen Anne and I LOVE IT. For a brief overview, Canlis has been Seattle’s iconic fine-dining destination for 67 years, one of the best wine and top 25 restaurants in the nation. Given my somewhat recent interest in a career within the food/culinary/nutrition industry, I am taking advantage of this opportunity with full force and savoring every minute. The influx of information paired with long shifts was a lot to adjust to, but I am learning a vast amount about food, wine, and service at an exponential rate and I truly enjoy everyone I work with. Shoutout to my Canlis family!

I found a place to live! If anyone ever tells you apartment searching is fun, it’s all LIES. Not forgetting Seattle’s creeping rank on being one of the most expensive places to live in the U.S, after weeks of apartment/housing tours, I finally found a cute little townhouse to call home (aka ‘The Zest Nest’). Easy access to all the places important to me, I’d say the best part of living here is who I live with. At first, I was pretty set on finding a one-bedroom to get in touch with my introvertedness, but I am so glad God took the reigns and put me with the most amazing people to share laughter, adventures, and silly stories of figuring out adulthood with. Shoutout to Greta and Leigha!

I’m alive and well! * From a very young age, I have been extremely active and after my skating career, I have discovered different likes and dislikes for being physically active. Running, hiking, and yoga have all become big passions of mine, but now that I have become familiar with those, I thought I would try a new challenge; kickboxing! (It even sounds badass when I type it). It’s good to switch things up and have your body learn a new skill and I’m eager to work on something I know nothing about. If anything, maybe I’ll finally get some upper body strength. On the other side of health, my mental state has been exercised in so many ways I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve taken up more reading and journaling, though I am struggling to balance it with studying for work and other topics. New settings, new stimuli, new schedules, have taken a toll on me physically and mentally, but I’ve been slowly learning to listen to what my body and my mind is telling me, something I have put aside for the larger part of my life. Shoutout to me!

*subject to change

It’s funny how God works. The minute I graduated, I was set on getting the heck out of Seattle and never coming back, at least not for a long while. Then little by little, I was reminded of the pieces of my community, my home, and my self that I have made here over the last four years. And now, without the burden of school, I get to “slow down” and be the post-college, still-trying-to-figure-out-the-world-and-life young adult I have yet to be; eating away at my infinite Seattle restaurants list, crossing off PNW hikes, building relationships with new friends, going deeper with old friends, serving people better, and making my faith in the unknown and myself bigger than any fears I have and any that are yet to come.

Among bittersweet farewells and joyful celebrations, the Class of 2017 has officially graduated. Congratulations! (Or as my brother would say, conGRADulations!) Through many hours of studying —and probably more not— we have all grown and learned together, unaware of the irreplaceable bond being created between us meanwhile. Standing among the sea of personalized graduation caps and picture-taking parents, I had come to the realization how much my classmates have become my community. I would have never thought that that one group I got stuck with in my business communications class would end up being my brunch buddies or that I would go visit a friend across the country with whom I met and worked on a consulting project my freshman year, but it’s these connections that the University of Washington, and now can say alma matter, the Foster School of Business, have so generously left me with.

Now that the festivities have died down, our fresh, bright-eyed generation approaches summer with a mix of emotions: excitement and relief intertwined with fear and uncertainty; eagerness and hope, marked by anxiety and confusion. Here we are, after doing the same job for the last 16 years of our lives, with another diploma to show for it? While some graduates saddle up for their start date at a mega technology or accounting firm and others move back home to figure out their lives, both in their own respective way are unsure of what the future may hold.

This past Saturday I attended the Baccalaureate Brunch put on by University Ministries at UPC to honor and celebrate graduating seniors. The INN, a college-aged ministry at UPC, is one that I have been attending throughout my four years at UW and has become a community that I have loved for its character, mission, values, and most importantly its people. Being in the latter group of the aforementioned graduates, this period of transition has been challenging and hard to accept, especially for someone who loves plans, productivity and anything opposite of rest. But its in these past few months that I am honing in on how and what this critical period means; and I must give a huge thank you to Ryan for sharing these small but much-needed words of wisdom.

Don’t manufacture feelings to make a moment amazing.

It’s been said that social media compares our behind-the-scenes to everyone’s highlight reel, and yet we still try to create the “perfect” moment. Emotions are insincerely felt to fit the occasion and we become so consumed with comparing our own lives that we forget to appreciate all that we are in the moment we have, whether that is being newly-hired for Microsoft or McDonald’s, or just enjoying brunch with our parents talking about the weather. The reality is that not every moment is spectacular, and honestly, you don’t have to act like it is. I’ve learned over the last four years (and am continuing to learn), that the days that nothing happens are just as meaningful as the day that something happens, though it may not feel like it. It is in these “boring” moments that prayer and patience become profound and we come to fully enjoy these plain, simple moments, while also expecting a greater, extraordinary moment ahead.

You have permission to be ordinary.

This struck home with me as I continue to maneuver being in limbo post-grad. When I look at other classmates around me moving to San Francisco to work at an international accounting firm or becoming financial analysts at Nordstrom, I question why I don’t have something grand and exciting lined up. And right there is my own and somewhat of society’s fault. When did successfully graduating with a college education not be enough? When did being a kind, passionate, loving daughter and friend being not be exciting? When did working at a local coffee shop serving others become less than being CEO of Google? Our lives and the expectations we have for ourselves to do better, be the biggest and the best have made mundane moments unworthy of acknowledgement, but living a life in genuine relationship with others and being fully present could not be further from the definition of “boring”. Normal should be the norm and is reality in its rawest form. Ordinary is not boring, and neither are you.

You are the one, unique, irreplicable you. 

There will NEVER be another specific and uniquely created YOU. You are the only you that there will ever be! How crazy is that?!

While college degrees make us the same, what makes us different is not the degrees themselves, but what each of you will do with it to become the special, unique and irreproducible person you are meant to be. When you look back at this time in your life, there will be a small difference between not having a job for one month or three months, from starting grad school when you are 21 or 22, or from traveling around Europe for 3 weeks or 4. So for those, including myself, here’s a little inspirational perspective on all that we have waiting for us.

At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA.

At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.

At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.

At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.

At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.

At age 28, Wayne Coyne (from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook.

At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.

At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.

At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs.

Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 49.

Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40.

Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 38.

Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42.

Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 41.

Morgan Freeman landed his first MAJOR movie role at age 52.

Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57.

Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76.

Louise Bourgeois wasn’t featured in the Museum of Modern Art until she was 71.

Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow.

Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.
Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.
You can do it. Whatever it is.

So to answer your questions: Do I know what I am going to do after graduation? Nope. Do I know what I am doing this summer? Not a clue. Do I know where I will be living? Can’t say. Do I know where I want to work or what career I want to have? Not exactly. I don’t even know what I am having for dinner. But you know what? That’s all okay. 

“One life on this earth is all that we get, whether it is enough or not enough, and the obvious conclusion would seem to be that at the very least we are fools if we do not live it as fully and bravely and beautifully as we can.” ~ Frederick Buechner