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Early Signs of Your True Calling
Did you always know what you were meant be? Every now and then, it hits me, that even though I was so painfully introverted I could pass as a mute when I was a child, I always had a lot to say. And maybe the proof is in all the times I was punished for talking back. The other day, I was having a conversation with my mom. We were just reminiscing about my childhood and how she used to call me “malcriada” in Spanish because I never shut up when asked to. All my siblings knew better, but I always had to get that last word out. Whenever I…
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Don’t Hit the Brakes!
Today, I want to share my little blogging space with the writing community, and any creatives reading this. Sometimes I think about how much different things could have potentially been for me if only I had had the right guidance. I’ve been open about how college failed me in that area; how I trusted a system which priority, I now know, is to make the most money they can out of each student, with your academic ambitions coming last. But that’s a whole other blog post (stay tuned for that!). So I wanted to send a reminder to aspiring writers out there to just DO it. This is not a…
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Some People: A Poem
Some people love so hard the first time they don’t know how to do it twice. Some people are hard on themselves but soft on whom don’t treat them right. Some people laugh when they mean to cry. Some people go to church to seem nice when they’re rotten inside. Some people can’t let go of some people who broke their heart. Some people can move on the next day and be all right. Some people stay a little longer even if it rips them apart. Some people come and go like the seasons. Some people hate goodbyes of wrong reasons. Some people let age dictate what they should feel.…
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Pride: A Poem
When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to repair a feeling so fleeting but so filling, there’s almost always been this culprit and it’s impulsive and repulsive and most of all, destructive. Some people inherit it and some are lucky enough not to know it or admit it, that they fit in the description and definition of the egocentric. Pride it is called, and you’d be enthralled by the power it has on you and how it’d change your views of a potentially good relationship between you two or the new ones you…
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Inspiration Killers: Unblock Yourself
Once upon a time (early 2020, to be exact), about two weeks after being forced to strictly work from home, I found the final piece to an almost year-long puzzle: my day job was an inspiration-killer, artistically speaking. That time when the world around us stopped turning and forced us to do the things that we’d be doing, had there not been a need to get a day job, suddenly felt like breathing again. Who would’ve thought that in the middle of a pandemic I’d be feeling like myself. I remember it vividly because, well, these are some of the exact words I wrote once I felt the fairy (also…
