Personality: INFJ, Enneagram 4w3
Heritage: Taiwanese
Motto: Simplify, Clarify, Exemplify
Spirit animal: blue bird
Favorite song: "The Wings That Fly Us Home" by John Denver
Favorite book: Nobody Is Ever Missing by Catherine Lacey
Favorite film: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Height: 5'4" (technically, 5'3.5" but I always round up)


Hi there! I'm Christine and I'm a writer, poet, essayist, and SciFi author from Virginia. I have been published on Thought Catalog, Unwritten, Her Track, Be A Light, and YourTango. I also recently started Sky Blue Muse, a Medium publication.
In addition to writing articles, poems, essays, and stories, I also love songwriting. I write mainly acoustic singer-songwriter music, though I am looking to make synthpop as well.
Other random fun stuff:
I'm a minimalist, homebody, sudoku player, avid reader, Miyazaki fan, amateur birdwatcher, personal branding enthusiast, illustrator, and compulsive organizer. I usually wear two colors and have the most basic style. I love Chinese food, burrito bowls, roasted Brussels Sprouts, chickpeas, and sauerkraut. I drink 16 - 24 oz. of black coffee each day. I love green tea and matcha just as much as coffee. French and Swedish are my favorite languages. I regularly watch BookTube, and I can't wait for Christine Riccio's new book (she's my favorite Christine in the world).
I also collect plushies and don't believe that you're ever too old for them.

My Story

I'm a writer you've probably never heard of before, but I keep writing because I can't imagine myself doing anything else. The truth is, I've spent the past five years in total obscurity, starting things, scrapping them, and starting over again. Most of the time, it was out of fear and self-doubt. Other times, I saw a genuine need to evolve and redirect myself to something that was more aligned with the person I aspire to be.
Growing up, I wasn't always an underdog. I was a stellar student. I was that well-behaved nerdy kid who was smart at everything equally. Though I felt stifled with the pressure to succeed (as all young people are), at least everything I had to do was easy and I rarely encountered resistance or mental blocks. I had a blast writing a 100,000-word novel in a month, writing short stories, coding websites, making quirky videos, composing music, and writing tons of poems. But then reality had its harsh truths to teach me.
For the first three years of college, I studied Electrical Engineering and honestly spent the whole time wishing I were studying something else. I didn't hate the field itself (I am fascinated by the future of technology, but I just enjoy writing about it way more than solving tedious problems in textbooks and not being able to tinker in the lab as fast as the guys could). I hated feeling confused and disengaged from the classes, putting in so much effort only to earn C's, and feeling like I never belonged. I always envied English and Communication majors for studying what they loved, having an easier time getting cool internships, spending less time on homework than me, working on their passion projects, and getting glowing recommendations from their professors and bosses. While the whole "doing what you love" mantra for this generation isn't feasible for many people, I still wholeheartedly believe that you're better at what you're naturally interested in than what you're not (people tend to dislike things that they aren't good at). If you're interested in something (even when you may not be at the top 1% of talent in the world), you at least have the natural motivation to learn and improve.
But I digress. I've spent a long time hating myself for being so weak and not allowing myself to be who I really was. I hated how much resistance I faced, even when I gave myself a chance. I would always trample myself into the dust and claim that I was neither good at engineering nor writing, and I didn't deserve to do anything to get out of this pit of self-loathing. This, however, only perpetuated my intense feelings of failure, which only propelled me into a downward spiral of toxicity and highly destructive self-sabotage (seriously, I'm like a master in holding myself back). But after reading hundreds of articles about self-improvement, I've felt compelled to start writing my own, just to write my way out of the past, so I can clear my mind to enjoy the present and prepare myself for a better future.
I don't expect my life to be easy. At all. I'm well aware of how ruthlessly cutthroat existence can be, but my aim isn't to prove my worth or chase after everything that doesn't align with my values or purpose. That's never a good foundation for any endeavor. I simply want to pursue what ignites my curiosity and create a better life for myself. I also don't expect myself to do 10x the work of a successful person in just one month, and I believe it is important to have resting breaks for deep self-evaluation, unscheduled time for exploring anything that interests me, and taking care of my health. Balance is what drives me in all aspects of my life. I don't want to be just another "success blogger" who advocates a rigid and mass-production 24/7 lifestyle and insinuates that people are inadequate for not being at the top of the pyramid. I know I have potential to write something different, refreshing, and genuine to who I really am. But only if I get out of my own way. Ultimately, I want to encourage people to love who they are, not hate who they've failed to be.
Right now, I'm in a place where I'm slowly making peace with all the pain of the past and shedding all traces of learned helplessness. I'm grateful to have a degree in a STEM field and my education was still worth it - after all, how many writers actually like math and find inspiration in it? I'm grateful for everything I've had - the good, the bad, and the uncertain. There's much work I need to do and I know I'll still have terrible days, yet I believe it will be worthwhile and I can be more than what I was before. Everything I've ever felt, believed in, and experienced can only help me analyze life from a perspective that nobody else can offer. That in itself is a gift that I want to share.