The Jeremy Lin Show.

The fourth Asian American basketball player ever in the NBA is taking the country (or those who love basketball) by storm.  Jeremy Lin was born and raised in the SF Bay Area, educated at Harvard, went undrafted into the NBA, was cut from two teams since his rookie start last year, was still up for waiver last week...and he has had the most incredible breakout week with the NY Knicks.  How can you not love his story?

Knicks v. Lakers

A long, long time ago, I also played point guard in middle school and part of high school (a small, Asian American PG!).  Watching JLin play reminds me of how much I loved the game back then.  He also demonstrates how hard work and perseverance can lead you to achieve the "impossible."  I hope he inspires many kids -- you can be the underdog, groom both your intellect and your athleticism, and still live out your dream.

#linsanity

 

Grump.

It's on days like this that I know I'm nowhere close to being ready to be a mom.  I still don't know how to divide my energy between working full-time, working out, washing dishes, grocery shopping and running other errands, doing laundry, cooking (as much as I can), keeping the house clean, studying for the bar exam (somewhat important), and trying to find "me time" somewhere in between (usually at the gym).  Oh, yeah, and trying to be a sweet wife.  And attempting to keep up with friends and family -- though I suppose finding/having girlfriends in Carson would probably help my sanity instead of hurt it.  Maybe it's just not possible to do it all, but I haven't come to that conclusion yet. 

But just one thing can tip me out of balance.  Yesterday, that was getting sick from some lunch I picked up, and it resulted in a grumpy me all day today.  All the mundane tasks that didn't get done last night stood out to me: the growing grocery list on the fridge, the dirty dishes in the sink, the crumbs left on the counter, the expired food smelling/crowding up the fridge.  Plus, we're out of coffee (how in the world that happened, I don't know).  I can't imagine coming home on days like this and mustering up the care and love that children deserve from their mom.

Where do I find balance?  It's out there somewhere...right?  You would think I would have found it by now.

Grump, grump, grump...