An American Woman It Has Been a Very Intense and Arduous Few
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7/19/2020 – An American Woman It has been a very intense and arduous few weeks. I am learning what it’s like to rise from the ashes. And I have not risen yet. In order to maintain my vision and keep my mind clear while mastering all my strength, I decided to remove myself from the scene for a brief moment. A short road trip was just what the doctor ordered. I have fallen in love with road trips over the years. Driving through this beautiful country and seeing the stunning landscapes and experiencing exciting cities has a special effect on me. Not only does it reinforce my gratitude, it also gives me a chance to think clearly and find right directions. Many decisions about my business have been made during the road trips, and this time was no exception. But I have a serious problem: I get very high at the end of these trips, intoxicated by the beauty of this land and my love for it. And worse, each time I get higher than the previous one. Luckily, I have a potent and effective medication called “work” to combat the withdrawal syndrome, the work that I love whole heartedly. I simply have to dial up the dosage each time. Three highlights of the Lower Cascade Range were our destinations: charming Mt. Lassen, breathtaking Crater Lake and majestic Mt. Shasta. When we left behind the endless almond trees thriving on the fertile grounds of the Central Valley, the topography changed and slender pines replaced the voluptuous almonds. The upbeat “American Woman” by Lenny Kravitz replaced “Take It Easy” by Eagles on our Spotify. We like playing hearty American songs when we drive through America. I don’t know what came over me, perhaps it’s the burgeoning pride inside of me seeing the beautiful landscape unfolding in front of my very eyes, but I blurted out: “ He is singing about me! I am an American woman!” Our son laughed out loud. I laughed out loud too. Perhaps he was laughing about the kind of American woman Lenny was singing about. But I thought: Will I ever be an American woman in my son’s eyes? Surely I am not an American woman in the traditional sense, but in today’s America, I think an American woman comes in many different shapes and forms. I love these mountains. They remind me of the area I grew up in, (I come from a mountainous and volcanic area with similar latitude and altitude) the air, the light, the trees and butterflies… It evokes the distant memories of my childhood, running around catching dragon flies, endlessly dreaming of the future; dreams in which America was nowhere near. How could it have been? The cultural revolution started the year I was born. I was a child growing up under a communist regime brainwashed by its ruthless dictator, wearing the mandatory red neckerchief to school and memorizing his red books everyday, being told that America was the worst and most evil country on earth where people were oppressed and deprived. Why would anyone dream of such a hellish place? What an irony it is, that today I happily live in America enjoying all the freedom, exercising spirited individualism and personal responsibility, oppressed by no one, deprived of nothing, feeling less privileged than no one for any reason, and fervently arguing how much I love this country and why – the place I was told to hate with all my heart and mind as a child. After a few days of immersing ourselves in the nature that’s so refreshing and awakening, we left the mountains and drove toward where the lands meet the sea. I love the sea too. It makes me think of freedom, openness and limitless possibilities, just like America. I thought of the words of Confucius: A wise man loves the mountain and a man of virtue loves the sea. To me, ultimately a wise man is a virtuous man, and one (a man or a woman) can love both the mountain and the sea. I remembered my childhood dreams and was reminded of how far I have come. Having lived in two starkly contrasting societies, it almost feels as though I have had two different lives. One can dream as a child or as an adult, in a forbidden world or a free one. As someone said: If you cease to dream, you cease to live. I still have dreams, many dreams, dreams in which communism is nowhere near, dreams in which I am an American woman, the kind of American woman who embodies wisdom and is instilled with virtue. Fortunately for me, my medication—the work I love—has a powerful side effect: the inspiration from my wonderful customers, as I have said many times before. A substitute teacher A~ has a passion for fashion and has been shopping at my store for many years. Yesterday, she told me that the $600 per week aid from our government was more than she ever made as a sub-teacher and she wanted to use it to stimulate the economy by spending it at my store. She was so direct and sincere while she looked straight into my eyes. My brand new customer L~ excitedly told me: I could tell you are the owner right sway because you exuded such a pride when you greeted me. I want to support the local businesses and I am so happy to meet the owner of this beautiful store! One of the things that impresses me continually is how generous, at ease and without reservation American people are when they compliment someone, especially an immigrant. One of the decisions I made during this road trip was to increase the interactions with my customers by having more presence at my business, which will require some changes. Getting to know them has become one of the joys of having this business, and something increasingly important to me. .