Jo goes to New York and gets worn out….
So, last week I explained to you folks a little bit about Sisyphus (see Freeing Sisyphus tab). This week I want to tell you how I went from being Jo from Little Women as my sister described me yesterday (and whatever Braxton sister I am – don’t really watch reality TV) to Sisyphus - which then will lead us to the story about the first time I tried to free Sisyphus from the grind and drudgery of the American dream.
Well, like Jo, I went to
Like Jo, my family was most important to me, and there are many stories there that will come later, but that was part of the reason I left New York the first time and ended up in a Phd program in the midwest for two years (with a fellowship) where I decided that wanting to be a good college teacher was completely counter to what was expected of me. I was expected to write boring articles that no one would read and present them to narcissists around the world who only cared about their articles that no one would read, drink a lot of wine and be depressed. I was writing scholarly articles about injustice and doing a lot of complaining, but I kept asking my colleagues what are we really doing about it. Drink more, they said.
So, I ran back to
I arrived back in
I knew it was time to leave
Stay tuned to hear about the exciting stories of Taiwan - air pollution so thick you came home dirty every day, near death experiences of being runover with scooters carrying families of six, Kung Fu and Mandarin lessons and how I started to see myself again.
Freeing Sisyphus (aka Melody)
Putting the shoulder to the boulder and taking small steps each day to achieve freedom from the mundane.