I am smart and creative. I have really good writing ability. I love to learn new things. I love to travel. I have a prettty good eye for design and I love creating content.

Most of all, I love doing kendo. It is a real challenge for me. It is both mental and physical. I have to really push myself every practice in order to keep up with the twenty-something members who have been practicing since they were small. But after each keiko, as I waddle back home bruised and stiff, I feel happy. But it is not happiness because I was physically challenged. It is because with every practice, I learn something. Something about kendo. Something about the person I sparred with. Something about me.

So I have started doing. I am writing the novel that I have put on the back burner for too many years. I am improving my skill set for the work I love to do. I am learning Japanese on my own because it is something I just want to do. I am looking at life as comedy rather than tragedy. I have a long way to go yet, but it is a road worth travelling.