All posts tagged: passion

Falling in Love with What I Have

I’m constantly on the hunt for the new, the exciting, the inspirational. If only I can find that one thing that’ll make a difference, I will feel better, I will feel fulfilled, I will have finally arrived. (Arrived, where? No clue!) This bleeds into every area of my life, and in those moments when I don’t feel satisfied, this is why. In the last year, I’ve developed a deep interest in sustainability. When I was a kid, there was a period of time during which I’d say I wanted to be an ecologist. Of course, I had no idea what that actually meant. All I knew is that a) I thought recycling was cool, b) I wanted to do it, since I didn’t grow up in places where that was really a thing, and c) I wanted to teach others about it, too. Cue in the long laundry list of all of the other things I decided I was going to be when I grew up, and I eventually forgot about being an ecologist and …

I’ve Been Irresponsible

There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique and, if you block it, it will never exist through any medium and will be lost… the world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions… it is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. – Martha Graham in a letter to Agnes De Mille This quote hit me like a slap on the face (thanks, Jess!). I realized that, during the last two years, I’ve been completely irresponsible for my voice, which likes to express itself best through writing. I have a lot to share with the world –I aim to be of service through the written word– and yet I’ve been keeping it hidden, allowing it to go silent under the weight of a myriad excuses …

I Am That We Are

I am that We are powerful and free. I am that We are compassion, love, and understanding. I am that We are forgiveness. I am that We are passionate and driven. I am that We are a force to be reckoned with. I am that We are courage, strength, and resilience. I am that We are open to learn from each other. I am that We are lending our ears to truly listen. I am that We are awakening. I am that We are being called to be a higher version of ourselves. I am that We are a light for future generations. I am that We are our planet’s caregivers. I am that We are all one and in tune with the universe. I am that We are infinite possibilities. I am the possibility of the 2016 election being a blessing in disguise. I am the possibility of taking action, of fanning the flames of the fire that has been ignited in my soul. I know I am not alone in feeling this. I am …

Again

You were the only person I saw at that moment; the only one I could focus on. I wasn’t expecting you to be there, but oh, what a lovely surprise. I caught the smile in your eyes when you saw me. It was a brief, vulnerable smile that you did not have time to disguise. My favorite type of look: honest and open and bare and raw. And real. This is real talk. The kind you don’t get to hear or read everyday. The kind that escapes my mind and flows through my fingers and onto this page because my brain has been spinning at such a fierce speed since I first saw you that I needed to find an outlet and a way to hold myself steady. Run-on sentences help. They run with me, but they don’t let me stop to catch my breath. Who are you? How do you do this to me so easily? You sparked something in me that I’ve been trying to tame, a passion so deeply rooted that, when I …

365 Days Later

One year ago this week, I launched my blog. One year ago this week, I convinced myself to set aside my fears, because the world wasn’t going to wait for me to get over them, and I’m happy I didn’t wait, either. One year ago this week, my hands shook as I clicked “publish” for the first time… And they still do to this day, because that’s just not something I think I’ll ever get over. It’s truly an understatement to say that I’ve been incredibly blessed throughout my life, and that includes the feedback I’ve received regarding my writing. I am constantly humbled by the kind words and the encouragement offered, even if I can’t fully stop being my own worst critic. As a writer, I can be ruthless with myself. I read and edit everything a billion times before setting it free into the world, always worried I might be misinterpreted. The latter is included in the list of fears I’ve carried with me for most of my life. I’m still working on …

Genesis.

How do I feel? That’s a loaded question. I feel heavy. I am drowning in a sea of words I want to shout, but I fear no one will hear…  Or worse: no one will listen. But, why? Why does it matter how I feel? It doesn’t, so please stop asking. Just know that I am going to express myself, regardless. I am going to WRITE. And so, this is how it all begins. This is how I move past my comfort zone. This is how I get over myself. This is how I become invincible. This is how I fulfill my calling. Because, quite frankly, I don’t matter, but what I was sent to say, does. It needs to be said. I could care less if you agree with it. I am not doing this for you. And I am done trying to pretend that I am. So, here it is. And here you are. Feel free to read on; feel free to leave. Either way, you’re welcome. -B. Photo: Belén Alemán / Self-portrait …