Last weekend, Toyota sent me on a staycation to Temecula to enjoy a glass of wine, food and music at the Temecula Valley Balloon & Wine Festival. I mean, how can anyone say no to that offer? I got to see Bush live, which was pretty cool (especially for me because my heart never really left the 90s) and I did a bit of shopping. But first, we took a few style pictures of me with the new Camry XSE because it really is a beauty. I mean, look at those hood lines and sport mesh front grille. And that red. Isn’t it a gorgeous?
This book was given to me by my mom when I was 18 years old during my high school graduation. In it was a letter she had written to me about her journey as my mother. Back then, I wasn’t able to really put myself in her shoes but I do remember feeling emotional and grateful that she loved me so much, and that she was so proud of me.
My son will be 18 in the fall, and I can now say I know where she was coming from – the ups, the downs, worries, triumphs, challenges, you name it. It’s one of those things you just have to go through to really understand the depth of what this journey entails. There’s no handbook when it comes to parenting and no matter how many stories you hear, your path as a parent will be your own.
Every year, I do a Mother’s Day giveaway because I love my fellow mommies. Parenting is certainly not for the weak. From diapers, toddler tantrums, long homework nights, doctor visits, middle school (oh, those are some interesting years), high school to the day your child says “I do”, it is all an emotional roller coaster.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been blogging my heart out. So much to say and share, my friends. So much. I decided to bring back my weekly series – A week in pictures – with some changes. Instead of posting photos as the recap, I will simply just write it down with, like, one photo. Mostly because I just feel this need to write. One photo will do. Maybe two. We will see what happens.
The second change is the name. The series now called Reflections. I will share things I love, feel challenged by, am working on, lessons learned and so on.
Are you trying to find your tribe? Looking for a group of sisters that speak to your soul? Are you over drama-filled people and inauthenticity? I hear you. I was there several years ago.
In 2010, I distinctly remember telling my mom (in my most exacerbated daughter tone), “I want to find a group of like-minded women. I want to be part of bigger conversations. I want to be in-the-know of what’s going on in the world outside of this bubble I’m in.” My mom just looked at me like “okkkaayyy??” But I just had this yearning to be part of a sisterhood, and I could not quite put my finger on what my soul needed. At this time, it was just a quiet knock but I knew I wanted to surround myself with strong women who were making things happen. What things? I wasn’t sure of that either. Art? Politics? Education? I couldn’t say, but it was the beginning of what I was about to manifest in my life. I put it out there, and it came back to me 10-fold.
I’m going to sound cliché but age is state of mind. Yes, our bodies get older. Our hair turns gray. But the way we feel is all up to us.
I started this blog back in 2010. Back when bloggers were just realizing they can make a living off their own little corner of the internet. I had no idea what I was doing but I knew that I loved to write, I loved photography, I loved art and I loved to learn. I bought a URL, and the rest was history. I spent countless hours learning how to code, edit photos, edit my writing and market my work. My hustle eventually landed me a job with an Influencer marketing agency changing the trajectory of my entire life. I’d heard the term reinventing yourself before, but looking back at the last decade of my life, I can say I’m mastering the art it and it’s been amazing journey.
If you’ve ever been part of organizing a conference (or any large multi-day event, really) then I don’t need to tell you what the last few months have been like. Lots of long work days filled with spreadsheets, deadlines and approvals with lots and lots of updates and changes in between. It’s about getting things done well and quickly, making sure every sponsor is happy and ensuring that guests will have the best experience possible. With 31 sponsors and 450 attendees on their way, everything had to run smoothly for our third annual #WeAllGrow Summit. I’m proud to say, it did. From the food, accommodations at Hotel Maya, speakers, keynotes and suites, there was something for everyone.
I’m about to show my age right now, but every time I see the words Love Letter I think of (and sing) Giggles’ song. Not familiar with it? OK. Moving on.
Babble recently invited my fiancé and I to write and read a love letter to one another in honor of Valentine’s Day along with several other couples. I love the way the video turned out. The couple that’s been married for 60 years melts my heart.
Yesterday’s Women’s March in LA was everything I had hoped it would be and more. The energy of the crowd was positive, uplifting and empowering. When I got home and saw the news coverage from all the world, I felt beyond honored to be part of this movement.
Why did I march? Because it doesn’t matter that I went to a private school, that I worked at museums and that I was born in the states. I’ve been to parts of this country that do not care about my work or contributions. I’m just brown. I grew up in a community where I was called spic and immigrant regularly. I know what it’s like to be that kid, that woman, that person who is judged by the way they look. I marched for every person who has ever been discriminated against, hurt and brutally targeted because they were born with more melanin.