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Bienvenidos a mi primer intentó en escribir un blog en español. Voy a ser muy directa con algo: yo no soy muy buena con la grammatica en español. Yo no aprendí en escuela pues porque obvio vivo aquí en los Estados Unidos y no nos enseña cómo escribir en español. Nadie me enseñó escribir o leer en español…y entonces cómo aprendi?? 

La verdad? 

No se. 

Recuerdo cuando tuve once o doce anos, recogí el periódico y estuve leyendo las noticias y mama me estaba viendo y me dijo: “niña quién te enseñó a leer en español?” Yo respondí: “no se, levante el periódico y me puse a leer y pude entender todo lo que esta diciendo.” Fue como magia. Yo pensé que mis hermanos también supieron como leer en español pero aprendí que no son tan buenos cómo yo. 🙂

Si estás leyendo esto, agradezco de todo corazon el apoyo el y el esfuerzo de intentar leer esto. Se que “Google translate” no hará el intentó de traducir fácil. Aunque el español es mi languaje nativo, yo también uso “Google translate” porque a veces se me olvide. Sabes, si te pones a leer algo en español, verás que hay unas palabras son fácil de entender porque se parecen los de Ingles.

Español. Uno lenguaje tan bonita (en mi opinion) para escuchar. Hablar en español me hace sentir viva. No lo hablo por varias razones pero es algo que quiero hacer mejor en este Año Nuevo. Hablar español es parte de mi ser y no poder hablarlo me hace sentir que algo me falta en esta vida. Como decía mi mama, “lo que uno buen aprende, nunca se le olvide.” Y jamás olvidaré un lenguaje que me fascina escuchar. Por ejemplo, me gusta como suena palabras en español. La palabra “traducir”? No se, es algo de la parte linguistica que me fascina cuando digo alguna palabra en español o cuando escucho alguien hablando. La palabra “sentimiento” es otra que me gusta decir y escuchar. Hasta me gusta escuchar las palabras que usan en el barrio: “orale vato, que paso güey?” Okay, nunca me ha gustado la palabra ‘güey.’ No se porque. Me da el mimiski! Si sepas lo que significa ‘mimiski’ te aplaudo y seramos amigos de por vida! Bueno ya dejo esta platica que no tiene tanto significando. 

Muchos hablan de que para vivir, haz lo que te hace sentir pasion. Haz lo que te hace sentir vivo. Vivimos cada día haciendo la misma routina una y otra vez pero verdaderamente, estas haciendo lo que té hace feliz y contento? Esa es la pregunta del año. O quizá la pregunta del año será  “que quieres comer?” 😀 

(By the way this whole “___ in spanish” is one of of my favorite memes).

He tenido esta platica con muchos y creo que todos estamos en la misma pagina. Se que algunos tienen que trabajar duro para lograr el mas grande objetivo y quizá este momento no es tuyo. Aún no. El momento pasara cuando es tiempo. Yo misma me tengo que recordar esto.

Espero que todos disfrutan celebrando el fin del año! Por favor, tomen precaución! Ojalá que este año nos trae mucha alegría y paz. Realmente necesitamos la paz para poder convivir con el uno a otro. Es duro ser feliz. Ser totalmente feliz. Recuerdo lo que una vez una mujer dijo: “cada persona tiene derecho de sentir lo que sienten.” Pero hay que manejar lo que sentimos con una mente clara. Ya pasara y otra vez serás contento. Eso te lo prometo.

Besos y abrazos! Xoxo

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They say it’s the most wonderful time of the year….

They say it’s the most wonderful time of the year! 

Actually, it is! It is a time to spend time with family and friends, give gifts, help out people in need, celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, or whatever it is that you celebrate around this time of year. I love putting up the Christmas tree, listening to Christmas music, drinking hot chocolate, watching Christmas movies, wrapping presents, and my new favorite-going to Midnight Mass.

But of course around this time of year, it makes me a little sad because I miss spending time with with my mom and dad who are gone. 

I miss putting the tree up with them, I miss my mom making tamales (oh the smell of tamales: the dough, the chicken, the chile guajillo…delicioso!)

Now the tradition is coming home to my sister and brother. And can I tell you what an amazing feeling it is? Of course I loved being with them in the past but now that we are older, coming home to both of them is home.  I mean, sometimes it felt like World War III in our house back in the day! I cannot tell on how much there were days when I despised one or the other. And even now, geez…there are some days where we’re just done. Zero. Nil. Goodbye. But in the end, we come back to each other. We check in and make sure the other is alive or even say “hey remember when…” And of course I have SO many additions in the family! While losing two of the most important people in my life, I gained six people. Plus 100. (Okay not really 100 but a lot of people).

 It’s funny how life works, when you lose some people in life, you gain others and sometimes it’s more than you expected! I’m not gonna lie, I used to feel like my current family was so out of place and that I wasn’t normal because my mom and dad weren’t around. But then I realized that the perfect family wasn’t just having a dad, mom, sister, and a brother. Family is so much more than that. I’m going to preach a little bit about Jesus here but a couple of years ago at Midnight Mass, I was struggling, being sad, wishing I had the perfect family. And guess what? The homily was about family. Jesus was not born into a perfect family. His mom was asked by an angel to give birth to the Son of God, his earthly father was not his true blood but he accepted a woman who was bearing a child whom he didn’t conceive with. This makes me think of step moms and stepdads who help play a role in their step kids lives and that takes a lot of courage. Even grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, and friends who play a major role in a kid’s life. I felt happy and relieved hearing this at Mass, I felt like God heard what was on my mind. Jesus had all that He needed. It was exactly what I needed to hear and to be reminded to be grateful for who I have. 

I really hate this whole thing where people wish they had a “normal” family. What is a normal family? Well, for sure there are some crazy family members we could do without but that’s what makes each family special. Each family has their own little crazy. So remember to be grateful. You never know when their last day will be. I know it’s easier said than done and it’s hard to be grateful for family members who are difficult.

And family is not necessarily blood-related. It’s the ones around have been around who care about you and make sure you are doing okay. 

Speaking of not knowing when it’s someone’s last day on this Earth…George Michael. Totally was not expecting that. And it had to be on Christmas Day. When it’s your time to go, no day is an exception. I’ll be saying a prayer for his soul and for his loved ones. 

I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays and time off with their loved ones. If you’re not with your loved ones, then I hope you are making the best out of each and every day because you deserve to make the best of it.

First Generation Mexican-American living life in the US.

Recently I went a Latin Dance Social and can I tell you…it was amazing! I found out about it on facebook because an ad for it randomly came up. And I’ve also been using this app called Meetup. It sounds odd but it actually is pretty neat. Pretty much you put in hobbies that you like (movies, books, hiking, coffee, dancing, music, etc.) and then you join groups around your area and you try to meetup with people. It’s kinda like an online site to meet new people who have the same interests as you.

First there was an intro class, but I don’t need THAT much of an intro. I kinda already know how to dance salsa; it runs in my blood! Not literally (can you imagine salsa sauce going through your veins?) but I am latina and music is pretty important in our culture. When you put Latin music on, it just calls to us. You begin to shake your hips and just go with the beat. But I do have trouble knowing when to do certain moves when dancing with someone else because I’m used to twirling around by myself in the kitchen while I’m cooking or cleaning.

After the intro part, everyone began dancing. The one thing that stood out to me the most was that everyone danced with each other. The old and the young. Men would ask the women to dance and they would go out and dance on the dance floor! It wasn’t creepy at all like when you go to the club and some dude just comes up behind you and bumps and grinds with you without even asking you. #askfirst. 

Anyways, everyone danced the night away with Salsa, Bachata, and even the Cha-Cha-Cha. The organizer of the group was so nice and welcoming as well so that definitely made me want to try taking lessons with her.

There was also a special performance by this woman and man, who by the way, were AH-MAZING and I want to be just as good as they were on Saturday night. #lifegoals I can’t tell you how much I love the way Latin music makes me feel. I love how all music makes me feel. Music is life.

Hit or miss

“Cuando era niño, mi abuelo me decia que en momentos de grandes crisis el corazon se rompe o se corte. Yo lo miraba sin saber que decir. El me sonria y me decia algo de que todavia hoy me repito cada mañana: “Tranquilo Diego, tranquilo. La suerte esta echada.”

-Diego, ASL

Lately I’ve been struggling what to write in my next blog. #thestrugglewasreal

 

groundhog3Blogging is a little harder than I expected. I’ve had to write several rough drafts for the past blogs to be able to carry out my thoughts in a structured manner that won’t be so confusing. I confuse myself with my own thoughts because there are so many! You know how the brain is: so many thoughts pop up like little groundhogs who come up to the surface…don’t know why that was the only analogy that I could think of. Anyways, so about a week or so ago, I was feeling a little out of it. Being on vacation always throws me off because I’m so used to following a routine, getting work done and then when the holidays come around or a long break, I’m like “I have to do no work for a few days? But…but…” I know most people are ready to not do anything for these vacation days but I’m just used to being busy all the time! But don’t get me wrong, for several years, I have made sure to enjoy my vacation or days off because why not? You just need those breaks for your body and brain to recuperate.

So.

During my Thanksgiving vacation, I did nothing. But this isn’t the point. During and after my vacation, I had some random encounters with people that made me reflect on humanity. There is a lot of good in this world as there is bad. Normally I do not talk to strangers. Or enjoy being in a big crowd of people so I stay in a corner or anywhere where I feel safe. But working in fast food and retail has taught me a way to talk with strangers. My bosses would always say something along the lines of “when you see a customer, greet them with a smile and ask if they need assistance. Doesn’t hurt to say ‘hello, how are you.” So obviously I did what I was supposed to and tried to give the best customer service that I could.  Then when I became the customer, I found myself smiling and saying to everyone “Hello, how are you” even when I didn’t have to say that to the random strangers passing me in the grocery store.

But you know what?

it didn’t hurt anyone or me to say a simple phrase.

Well, it might hurt a little when you greet a stranger and then they get really creepy. For example, I do remember one instance when I was in downtown Wilmington and made eye contact with someone I shouldn’t have and smiled. I smiled at a homeless person who was asking for money and he began to ask me random questions that made me uncomfortable so my friend and I quickly walked away.

The random encounters I mentioned earlier: one was when I went to run an errand and there was a lady sitting down and a man talking to a lady behind a window. A man was talking about a missed car payment and giving the lady major attitude about it. The lady was just understanding but she was just doing her job and the guy was just rude. He stormed out of the building and the lady sitting down looked at both me and the lady behind the window and said how rude the man was and praised the lady and the business. We all commented on the scene, I did what I needed to do, wished the ladies well and left.

Later on, I went to the shoe store and there was a lady who down the aisle from me trying on some heels and as I walked past her, I told her the heels looked good on her. (they really did! #workit) She told me she was debating on buying on them and I told her that she should if she liked them. The point I’m trying to make is, sometimes saying a simple “hello how are you” or giving a compliment to a random stranger goes a long way. I’m not saying we should tell our children “you need to talk to EVERY SINGLE random stranger you meet!” No, no, no please, safety first with the little ones. And even us adults. But just be friendly and courteous to people you meet. I know, some of us don’t like eye contact or even want to talk to anyone; we all have our busy lives.

But you never know who you meet.

You might get lucky and meet a person who becomes a friend or someone special. Or maybe the person is literally simply just passing through and you might have made their day just by smiling at them. Sometimes a person smiling at us can helps us feel noticed when we feel that no one is looking at you. Not saying that I liked being watched. God no. But it is nice simply to be seen, even for only a moment. Also, even to the people you do interact with on a daily basis like coworkers, classmates, friends, and family, a smile or simple greeting can go a long ways.

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These are my random adventures. Some of these small moments in life can truly make the difference. #mindfulness