On week two of our self-isolation experience in Houston, the city has officially issued a Stay Home, Work Safe initiative through April 3, 2020. On today’s episode we share how we are coping with the “new normal,” what we are noticing on social media from brands, individuals and influencers, and our overall thoughts on saying something when it counts.
People are talking about trends, expectations, goals, aspirations, etc. As with the onset of any new year, our nature is to contemplate the possibilities ahead. This year in particular – it being the beginning of a new decade and one that has been so anticipated at that – it’s hard […]
This year, I haven’t written very much about Hispanic Heritage Month. Well, I haven’t written very much at all. But for the first time in as long as I can remember the month known as Hispanic Heritage Month has arrived and it hasn’t inspired so much as a second thought from me.
It’s getting no, and not taking it for an answer.
It’s being told that you can’t, and figuring out how to do it anyway.
It’s being willing to work.
It’s being willing to sacrifice.
It’s a little unusual traveling to a country that feels like home and having to register as a foreign national. That’s the first thought that crossed my mind when I was told I would need to fill out the proper paperwork to be allowed into Mexico for a few days. This would be my first time visiting Mexico City. There would be many other instances on this trip in which the fact that I was not born and raised in this country would become painfully obvious. The word “painfully” is used here on purpose because when people ask where I am from I like to say “I am Mexican.”
I loved our family trips more than anyone else. The older I get the more they mean to me still. I think I love them even more now because I understand just how important they were to my development as an individual and an adult. On those long road trips across the border and into Mexico I grew up so much, somehow managing to discover myself in the midst of all the chaos of traveling with eight other people – my parents and six siblings.
No matter how many times you tuck them away in the back of your closet, underneath all the newer pairs of shoes you’ve accumulated over the years, there’s just something that nudges at you to pull them out and put them on every once in a while.
A lot of times the things that make us who we are have been there all along.
We tend to spend so much time trying to discover ourselves, or trying to define who we are. But often it is the case that when you achieve that pivotal moment where you understand who you truly are, you realize that deep inside you knew it all along.
We are constantly in search of ourselves, and we seldomly ask ourselves this question: Do I really need to look that far?