Re energized, revamped and refurbished, as promised.
For the first time since I moved to colorful Colorado, I have enjoyed a summer and a seemingly endless fall reconnecting with things and people that were being left behind. But most importantly, I had time to take a look inside me while redecorating this life of mine. There was also some work-related travel + great professional experiences (#ata51) and it’s been… gooooood!
Freedom Trail, Boston, MA
I’m still a busy working Mom, who day-to-day struggles to keep afloat my unconventional family, but I realized that I can not quit writing and blogging. A break? Yes. A good bye? Not so much…after all, writing helps me to keep my mental sanity.
Even though I was outta here, I never stopped learning lessons the hard way, most of the them from the chapter of “Never say never”... I know, "nunca digas de esta agua no beberé".
Insert here: yoga, kick boxing, dating in the US, mountain biking, zen living, hiking, meeting amazing people at unusually amazing places, getting inspiration from people that not even in my wildest dreams I thought I would agree with [at least in some common sense stuff] and much more…
Blue Sky Train @ Horsetooth Reservoir
I’ve learned the immense and powerful energy I can get when I pull a Warrior II pose or how I am able to root down to earth and forget everything when posing a tree. I’ve managed to deliver some useful jabs and kicks and I can pull a pretty mean Zumba with Pitbull’s “Sube, sube, hasta las nubes.” (OK, I"m kinda of cheating here because the rhythm sort of come the genes, but you get the idea.)
There has been butterflies and fireworks. And I’ve been bruised; both physically (try losing your bike’s brakes on a trail that was supposed to be for beginners and it wasn’t) and emotionally. But I have picked up my pieces, dusted off by butt and kept going. There is simply no other way around.
It is not that I didn’t know who I was or the things that were/are important for me; it’s that now I am more in sync with my inner self and more aware of my own virtues and flaws. Yes, I‘m also better equipped than ever to don’t give a crap when I don’t fit with someone else’s preconceived mold.
I have re discovered the priceless values of living a simple life, packed in 24 hrs chunks of “present”. After all, “the good thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.” --Abraham Lincoln.
Truth to be told, I am a lucky & blessed woman who, stealing my friend’s line, does live a charmed life.
Now you might wonder, what’s up with all the whining and the exorcism?
Well, one more time I have realized that I have no reason to complain. There is always someone out there weathering something thousand times harder. It is all about perspective.
Case point: Reina Luisa Tamayo, mother of political prisoner Orlando Zapata Tamayo, who died on a hunger strike last February in Castro’s dungeons.
She has been assaulted by Castro’s thugs; again. She’s being harassed in the streets. In the eyes of the dictatorship thugs, the mother of a dead political prisoner is a very dangerous entity.
And here I am, taking time off from blogging to redecorate this life of mine.