Another year is over, which means it’s the season for reflecting. Instead of looking back in regret or disappointment, take a moment to consider all that you’ve done and learned–and the exciting part of continuing into 2016. Happy new year!
Finally (or unfortunately?), some one-on-one time. Brenda catches you up on self-employed life thus far, then shares her ideas about self-identity vs. career after college. What would you say when you begin the statement, “I am”? Do you use the word “aspiring” too much? Time to rethink and re-approach how you identify yourself to the world.
Brenda sits with Jenny Yang: comedian and writer, producer of Dis/orient/ed Comedy, co-host of Angry Asian America, and all-around badass. Jenny shares some experiences from her youth that helped shape the person she is today, the quarter-life crisis that she muscled through leading up to a career transition, and what it really means to be an artist.
Brenda does some quick reflecting over the past two years of producing the podcast, why she began creating her own project, and the importance of growth and expression with a personal and creative outlet.
Brenda sits down with friend and former classmate, Edricdale Silla and catch up on life since graduation. They remember the days of art classes, and how exactly did Edric find his passion for film, editing, and most importantly, storytelling (those days of online RPing!). He shares his personal experiences of an unhappy job, the physical toll it had on him, the incredible turnaround that followed after, and some blunt but invaluable advice he has for twenty-somethings (and up!).
WHERE TO FIND EDRICDALE SILLA: Continue reading
Brenda talks about Super Typhoon Haiyan, global warming, and rants about people asking others to work for free. So let’s ask the question: should you ever work for free? (Hint: the answer is no, sort of.)
Extra credit link: www.shouldiworkforfree.com
Alright, so it’s about 5:30 in the morning as I write this, so I can’t guarantee this will make much sense. I’m about to get very “Dear Diary” all up in this shit.
I haven’t been able to sleep “properly” as of late. Granted, I’m still unemployed, meaning sleep is all kinds of fucked up for me (like, waking up before noon will get me a pat on the back––from myself), but it’s bad. Like really bad. See the timestamp for this blog post?
Now the reason for being unable to sleep is different than what I’m used to; I’m not depressed. At least not yet. I suppose you could say I’m more anxious. Perhaps this is embarrassing to admit, but I think I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, so fuck it. Continue reading