I grew up feeling like I never belonged. As cliche as it sounds, bringing kimbap to lunch the first day of kindergarten and realizing everyone else had bologna sandwiches was one of the first memories I have of feeling like an outsider in a country that I was born & raised in.

In a society as obsessed with work, success, productivity as ours, sometimes it’s hard to be happy when we turn a page. Even as we succeed, we’re already on to the next success, leaving us with little room to really feel joy. Add in the fact that women are thought to depreciate in value with time, a new decade is daunting. We’re always asking questions: Did I do enough? Am I on track? Is my value evident? 

As I got older, I felt that part of me was missing there were holes in faith. What did I believe in? Is this “the only true church?” Is God real?