Caroline Ishii. Photo by Paul Jones. |
As I transition to a blog to reach a wider audience, I fell upon a blogging challenge, and loving challenges that keep on me track, here I go or grow as I often say. I will share my challenge with you, because that’s part of the exercise, and because I love sharing things that excite me. Here’s the challenge. http://goinswriter.com/confident-pro/#disqus_thread
March 14, 2016 (sorry, I started the original blog in Japan and I can't change the publishing date and time from Japan Standard Time. It is really March 14 in my time zone and world! See why I need help with my blog?!)
Assignment: Write a manifesto: a 500-word treatise on what you’re about. Then publish it.
Manifesto
starts:
Love… My
view is that one of the most important things to living is love, and not only
the romantic kind, but all forms of love. For me that form is food, it always
has been, from the first time my mother put chopsticks in my hand as a baby so
that I could start feeding myself. And being the determined and smart child I
was, I did exactly that, and haven’t stopped.
Respect
and Equality… What gets under my skin is when I am not treated with respect and
equality, and when others are not treated in this way too. I believe we are all
equal inside, it’s our outside shells that differ, but seems to make such a
difference. What if the only thing we could see of another was their inside and
not their outside, no matter how beautiful and attractive, or ugly and
repulsive they are? What kind of world would we have?
Racism
and Prejudice.. In large part, I feel strongly about this because my father was
born in Canada but as a young boy he was stripped of his possessions, education
and forced into a prisoner-of-war camp during WWII because he was of Japanese
descent. There was a lot of prejudice and fear at that time and although he was
Canadian, because of his skin colour, he became an “enemy” of the people of
Canada.
If you
met my father, you would think this ridiculous, because he was one of the
gentlest and kindest men around, and I doubt he changed much since he was a boy
because he was always youthful to his last dying days when he was 88. He enjoyed doing things for others, and he loved to make people laugh. He loved
to dance! He continued to be a happy spirit despite everything he had
experienced.
I
experienced my own share of racism and prejudice when I was a kid, but in a much
milder and more discreet way than my parents, and that’s why as a kid it was harder
to recognize. Often, the words wouldn’t match what I was feeling in my
bones. Even today, although I am third-generation Japanese-Canadian, people
will ask me where I come from, and when I say “Canada” or “Toronto”, they will
ask, “but where do you really come from?”
When I
was opening my restaurant in Ottawa, we found a great spot in Chinatown that
had reasonable rent and good parking but I was reluctant to put my restaurant
there because people would think that I was Chinese and making Chinese food instead
of gourmet fine dining vegan food with international influences.
Asians
are all not the same!... For some reason, from my experience, people often think
that all Asian people are Chinese, or go to this as a first response, and see
nothing wrong when you tell them you are not, like it doesn’t matter that they
were wrong in their assumptions and they don’t apologize.
An
astute media person told me that he was happy for me that I found a location
for my restaurant and it must be nice to be “with my people”. WTF? I’m sure he
had all good intentions, but that struck me like a dagger and I’ve always
remembered it.
Words… That’s
what words do, have the power to hurt and make you sad, but also can make you
happy and provide comfort. And this is one of the reasons, I’ve had a
fascination with writing, books and with people. As I little kid, I loved going
to the library to take out books and would read one book almost every night,
and sometimes all night until I would finish it. I would get caught up in the
words and the stories, like a fly in a spider web, and I would be captivated
until the first last word. I haven’t changed.
Artist
or Writer… When I was young, I often said I wanted to be a writer or artist,
because I also loved to draw and write. But each time I pronounced this loudly
to my mother, she would said a firm “no, you’ll be poor, you can’t make money doing
that!”
She only
had two career options for me, doctor or lawyer, and one university, the
University of Toronto. And when I went to college and for public relations, she
was upset and embarrassed and told her friends that I was going to UofT anyway.
So, one day, when my mother was out, I ran away from home and never came back.
It was
not only this incident but I had a lifetime of abuse, physical and emotional,
since I was little and refused to take it any longer. When I ran away and was
on my own as a teen, it was scary but one of the happiest moments of my life. For
some reason, I knew I would make it, nothing would be as terrible as living in
fear, pain and shame.
For the
first time, I had freedom and control over my life and I have never forgotten
how sweet it tasted it the first time. Sometimes when I feel I have lost
freedom and control over my life, and lose my way, I remember freedom is there
waiting for me, as it always has been, like a faithful dog waiting for its
master to come home and take it for a walk.
With my
mother long gone, it is me that takes over her role and puts up the barriers
and is the harshest critic of my life and who I am. It continues to be a
journey to stand in my truth and power, embracing the good that she has given
me and to let go of the bad.
This is
why I want to share my story and journey with others, so that if one person can be
inspired to make a change, to change that light switch on from darkness to
light in their life, than I am happy.
Let go!...
I went around trying to find other manifestos and wondering if I wrote enough,
did I do it correctly, is there more to do, and I come back to this piece that
I wrote easily and for fun, and it’s over 800 words already, so I will let it go
for today. I have different themes for periods of my life, like fun, truth,
freedom, love, and this period I am in is called the “fuck it!” period. I am a highly
responsible, gentle and kind person so it’s kind of fun for me to say this out
loud when I am working too much, trying too hard, or being too nice. I am
letting go, as I am doing with a lot of things and people these days that are
not serving me and bringing me joy.
Are you sometimes too nice of a person like
me? What can you say “fuck it” to today and smile about?