Month: February 2020

Showing Up for Ourselves

I’m sitting at my desk at home a bit uneasy, because for the last few days, I’ve had no idea what I would blog about next. In fact, I’m discovering it right now as I type. This is always the fear: that one day, I will run out of things to say. The only difference between feeling this way currently and having felt this way all of last year is that, last year, I was unwilling to show up to do the work. Here I am today, seated and typing words on digital paper, allowing whatever comes to mind to flow from my fingertips, regardless of how polished or unpolished, interesting or uninteresting it may be. I’ve been telling myself all day that, if I sat my butt down, something would come out. Isn’t showing up half the battle? One of my commitments in 2020 is to continuously get out of my own way. It’s nuts how I am my own worst critic when, most of the time, the rest of the world is waiting …

Alive, and Well, and Present

I’m in Miami, at my grandparent’s house, lying on an air mattress that I’m sharing with my sister, who, only 5 minutes before, had gotten up to get ready for her flight. We slept in the kitchen because all of the other couches and rooms were taken the night before. I turn my head to the left and catch a glimpse of the sun peeking in through the patio door. I let my eyes focus on each of the decorations hanging on a little strip of wall above the round glass table: ceramic houses crafted and painted by hand, with beautiful detailing. I remember looking up at them as a child and thinking, “I want my house to look like that one day.” There’s an energy in the space that makes me smile. If the walls could talk, they would tell about the amount of life that has been lived within them. They’d share about the countless parties and get-togethers; the holidays and the birthdays celebrated; the laughs, tears, and loud voices (because Cubans only …