When you were little and you were asked what you wanted to be when you grew up, what did you say? My answer varied by the day. Sometimes I’d say I wanted to be a missionary who would travel from island to island on a large sailboat. Sometimes I’d say I wanted to be a princess who had really long blonde hair. Nowadays, I just want to be a good teacher and a published writer. One day, my grandmother sat me down and said, “ay sí que bonito, but will you be a married missionary or not, a married princess or not? Because if so, you will have to learn how not to burn the rice”. And so, knowing I wanted to be a married anything, from then on I also began thinking of the kind of wife I’d be. I think for that long, I’ve been dreaming of being a cafecito wife. For equally as long, I think I have been battling perfectionism.
Most of the important things I learned in life, I learned from watching my big sister. From her, I learned how to apply lipstick, how to clean bathroom tile, and all the ways not to curl my hair. Now that I’m grown up, I must admit that I continue to learn valuable lessons from all the women who, although not related by blood, still carry the weight of an older sister. Have you ever thought of finding your own financial big sister?
When I was offered the opportunity to speak with femtrepreneurs Nely Galán and Nicole Enearu, I was thrilled by the prospect of learning from their entrepreneurial expertise (and hopefully a little bit of their glamour as well). The Adelante Movement, presented by Coca-Cola, aims to unite and empower Latinas economically and entrepreneurially. Adelante is part of The Coca-Cola Company’s global 5by20 initiative to enable 5 million women entrepreneurs by the year 2020.
Disclosure: Although this blog post is sponsored by Love Yourself Store, all opinions come from the bottom of my blogging heart. Si lees español puedes leer esta entrada aquí. ❤
When I was a little girl, the greater part of my Sundays were spent in a laundromat. It was my weekly torture session. Not only because of the fact that I wouldn’t be buying anything from the vending machines, despite having a pocket full of quarters, nor because of the heat radiating from the dryers, not even because I knew I’d be wasting a minimum of three hours of my life that I’d never get back. In reality, I think what bothered me the most was what the entire scene represented. It was emblematic of being an immigrant in the United States, being weird, being different. I was so afraid a classmate might see me through the windows and recognize me. I don’t even know why identifying myself generated such fear, but at that young age, I didn’t think it was possible to ever love my Hispanic heritage. At that time, the only thing I wanted was the unattainable… more than citizenship, I wanted acceptance.
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There is so much buzz surrounding Serena Williams this month, who, besides being a woman in her thirties, is now the No. 2 ranked woman tennis player in the world. Watching her, I realized that losing a game does not equate losing your boldness or your confidence. Lately, I’ve been so weighed down with anxiety, fearing future outcomes, and doubting every move that I make. But, I wanted that; to feel bold and confident, so that no matter what comes my way I can grunt at life the way Serena does on the court.
In our overly connected society, we may often confuse connectivity with connection, human connection that is. Commenting, texting, reposting, and retweeting have become substitutes for communication and we often erroneously use these to gauge the status of a relationship. That can be dangerous, because the truth is, so much gets overlooked when scrolling through our feeds. Sometimes it’s either way too apparent that a friend is suffering from depression or anxiety[i] and we are quick to catalogue them as “dark”. Other times, our friends become experts at curating their lives to showcase a surreal perfection, and the easiest thing is for us to believe that they are alright.
So, you notice your friend is feeling the blues, the reds, and every color in between. What can you do if you suspect a close friend may be experiencing symptoms of depression or anxiety?
Disclosure: Although I was invited by JP Morgan CHASE to an intimate evening reception of financial empowerment to meet Brittney Castro, all opinions come from the bottom of my blogging heart. ❤
What is the first mistake you ever made?
For this blog post I tried to think of the earliest memory I have of making a mistake. It was nearly impossible and not because I never made mistakes. Being the runt of my siblings made me not only the most annoying of the three, but also the most likely to piss my brother off. Still, today I couldn’t remember the bloopers of my childhood, those mistakes were just too minimal to register. Don’t you just wish you could go back in time to when the biggest mistake you ever made was recording over your sister’s favorite 90s mix-tape?
It’s that ugly word no one likes to take ownership of. It can conjure up irrational feelings of jealousy, delusions, and paranoia. Anxiety can show up unannounced and uninvited. And while there are many ways to soothe your chest of the pain and settle your heart’s frantic beating, does the anxiety ever really go away? That is the frame of mind I was in last week. I was feeling a little less than inspired and bogged down in anxious thoughts.
Do you ever feel weighed down by your day-to-day responsibilities, worries, and fears?
We all have one thing about ourselves that we fixate on. The one thing that, like a blemish on our soul, makes us feel incapable, unworthy, and ashamed. When you’re in complete silence, alone with your thoughts, what does your mind say to you? Does it accuse you of not being beautiful, successful, or intelligent enough?
While I have always loved writing, I must admit I lived for three decades afraid to pursue it with any real purpose. In fact, I vividly remember being in High School and publishing my writing in a zine (because that’s what you did in the ‘00s) under a pseudonym because I was afraid of what my peers would think. It is only now, in my thirties, that I am learning to be less haphazard and more fully invested in this craft that I love.
Does that ever happen to you? Do you ever look at your future and see a blank canvas staring back at you? Does that inspire excitement or fear?
For Miami local, Courtney Einhorn, there is so much possibility in a blank canvas, and very little room for fear. By now, you may know that I am completely obsessed with street art. So I knew Courtney’s art long before I ever met her. She is the artist of this parking meter situated in front of The Wynwood Building. However, the concept of “live painting”, what Courtney has become known for, was completely foreign to me until I met her in person at an art event I was covering.