Therapy: 6 Month Check In

Therapy is honestly one of the most amazing things I’ve been doing this year. I’ve been learning so much about myself and so much about life in general. If you’re even on the fence about trying it, just know that therapy has helped me in every aspect of my life and continues to do so on a weekly basis. I’ve been going since January and since then so many of my relationships and my outlook on my life has improved vastly. I want to share one of the tools I’ve received in therapy with all of you as a glimpse into one aspect of how eye-opening therapy has been for me and can be for you, if you give it a try.

My therapist gave me a sheet of “Unhelpful Thinking Styles” which I’m certain all of us can say we have done or are currently doing.

1. All or nothing thinking: Sometimes called ‘black and white thinking.’
For example–“If I’m not perfect I have failed,” or “Either I do it right or not at all”
I have a tendency of thinking this way in a few aspects of my life. If a guaranteed “win” or success story was not attached to something in the past, I avoided it. Nothing in life is ever absolute, so working on accepting this was definitely challenging for me, but I’m getting to a point now, where I’m not focusing on failure but instead focusing on the possible success, even if it isn’t guaranteed.

2. Mental Filter: Only paying attention to certain types of evidence. F
or example–Noticing our failures but not seeing our successes.

It’s so easy to key in on something negative in our lives because it has such a great impact. Something positive can linger but something negative can ruin our whole god damn day and make a day that was pretty good suddenly sum up to a shit day. This is an issue that I feel I need to hone in on and resolve situationally. Did it suck not to get into grad school when I applied? Yes. However, that was not my path right now. I was meant to do what I am now working on and it’s as simple as that.

3. Jumping to Conclusions: There are two key types of jumping to conclusions
-Mind reading: imagining we know what others are thinking -Fortune telling: predicting the future
None of us really know what is going to happen nor do we always know what other people are thinking. It’s safe to say, we shouldn’t assume we know things that we simply do not. I am working on this as I tend to assume a lot because it makes me feel in control of things even when I am not.

4. Emotional reasoning: Assuming that because we feel a certain way what we think must be true.
For example– “I feel embarrassed so I must be an idiot.”
I have a lot of feelings and at times I have had issues interpreting them. Am I crying because I can’t handle stress or is this feeling happening as an emotional reaction to a situation that is triggering these tears? I used to identify crying as a weakness. Showing emotion and not being able to control myself was weakness. This, of course, isn’t true at all, but before I believed it true. In therapy, I can honestly say I cry at least once every other week. Afterward I don’t feel embarrassed or weak, my therapist helped me understand that emotions are valid.

5. Labelling: Assigning label to ourselves or other people. F
or example– “I’m a loser,” “I’m completely useless,” or “They’re such an idiot.”

Now, a while back I wrote this entire blog post about labels and how they belong on jars, but since then I have been more vocal about my judgments. Not always in a joking way as I always had before. I find myself more and more, labeling people, calling them careless or irresponsible if I feel it suits them. I’ve argued that I am merely analyzing situations and people, not labeling them, however, there have been times when they were not constructive labels, just mere judgments. It’s a struggle daily, since I am hard on myself and label myself many things daily. As I work on being easier on myself I am also learning to refrain from passing judgments among those who it is not my business to judge. (Exception: Donald Trump is a horrible president and is running this country into the ground. Fuck that guy.)

6. Overgeneralizing: Seeing a pattern based upon a single event, or being overly broad in the conclusions we draw.
For example–“Everything is always rubbish (their word, not mine, I would’ve just said shit), or “Nothing good ever happens.”
I, identify as a dramatic person. You’re labeling! Yes, but I have a point, so, it’s okay in this situation…I’ll talk to my therapist and work on it next week, get off my back! Anyway, so considering being dramatic, I use hyperbole in almost every sentence I speak/write to add the emphasis. I need not only to make a point but to make others laugh. Should I work on this? When I overgeneralize a neighborhood due to the things in my immediate view? Yes! The other times when I say my job (whose name I will not say because god knows corporate will find this blog somehow and sue me for talking shit about them, even if it’s just a dramatic/funny version of the truth) is a place WHERE LITERALLY ALL DREAMS GO AND DIE, I will continue, because it makes people laugh and I like laughter, so there.

7. Disqualifying the Positive: Discounting the good things that have happened or that you have done for some reason or another.
For example–“That doesn’t count.”
“I haven’t traveled or done shit with my life.” I probably say this at the very least once a week. Then someone will reassure me and say, “So, that 40,000 debt you have in student loans was for fun or did you get a degree out of it?” Oh, that’s right. I guess I did do that. Then another more annoyed voice would say, “Didn’t you just get back from Tahoe and are going to Mexico later this year for the second time?” Well, yes but I want to travel more! I have done the things I claim and complain that I haven’t, but I’m just indulging in the negative for the sake of doing so. It’s so sad how easy it is to take for granted all the things I have been able to do that many others can or have not.

8. Magnification (catastrophizing) & Minimization: Blowing things out of proportion (catastrophizing), or inappropriately shrinking something to make it seem less important.
This one is tough because doing both these things comes incredibly easy for me and quite possibly most people. There are many things at work and even at home that I tend to blow up. Things that are just the way they are and they aren’t even worth getting upset or worked up about. However, with things that compromise my integrity or put me in tough situations that upset me, I tend to play it down to diffuse the situation. I’ll give my own example, a work friend drunkenly hit on me and I said it wasn’t a big deal, but it was. It was a big deal to me and bothered me for several days after. It’s unacceptable, but I made it a small thing because I didn’t want to create friction. Finding a balance with both is tough, but doable I’m sure if you want to work on it.

9. “Should” and “Must”: Using critical words like ‘should’ or ‘must’ or ‘ought’ can make us feel guilty, or like we have already failed.  F
or example–If we apply ‘shoulds’ to other people the result is often frustration.

I have a hard time with this as, ‘should’ and ‘must’ are two words imbedded in my vocabulary. I always talk about all the motherly things my mom ‘should’ be doing and all the productivity I must do to be worthy of something. These words set us up to fail and believe that others have failed us using this type of language.

  1. Personalization: Blaming yourself or taking responsibility for something that wasn’t completely your fault. Conversely, blaming other people for something that was your fault.
    This is huge for me. I take blame for almost everything that I am involved in. Remember that story I told about a drunken friend hitting on me? Yeah, I blamed ME. “I shouldn’t have stayed in the car after dropping him off while he vented to me about his issues,” or “Maybe I had been too nice.” After this reflex of taking blame for the situation at hand, I then snapped out of it. Forget that, I didn’t do anything wrong. I always talk about my boyfriend, me and this kid see each other like once a month and I was encouraging him to call his girlfriend the whole time he was venting to me. So, this taking blame BS is getting old. I’m working on taking responsibility for MY actions, not the actions of others. Don’t even get me started on the blame I take in my relationship with my mom. That one is definitely tough, but again, our lives are a work in progress, we just have to show up.***Therapy has this stigma attached to it and I hope to be a part of ending that in our society. It starts with the individual. Before my friends would whisper therapy when talking to me about it, like it was a bad word. They’d vaguely address asking about therapy all sheepish, “How was your, uh, doctor’s appointment…” I, of course, raising my voice a little, “You mean therapy? It’s been going fantastic! I love it and I love my therapist.”

    It’s important we share that we are in therapy with those close to us, hell even those not close to us, because it could change the way we see therapy. It could help someone who is worried what people might think of them if they were in therapy or shared that they were currently seeing a therapist. I used to be this person. Constantly worried what people would think if they found out I spoke to a professional. The truth is, more people are understanding about it than you might think. We all have issues, some big and some small. If anything, I feel like people reach out to me more, and have a respect for me because I’m not embarrassed about it. There is no reason to be embarrassed. We all need help occasionally, and in my case, I needed help working through family issues and ended up getting to know myself so much more.

    I used to think, I’m moderately competent and good at research, I can fix my problems all by myself. The truth is therapy has helped me in a way that I couldn’t have really helped myself. In therapy, I would be talking about something that occurred recently that had a negative impact on me, something I wouldn’t have gone into depth with but did because my therapist asked me to and I discovered something about myself I had not realized. That happens a lot in therapy for me. I’d be talking about something and come to the realization of something I hadn’t thought of before or connected the dots to.

    Remember that puzzle-line game as a kid where there would be a series of dots on the page with numbers next to them to help you form an image? Sometimes it would be a giraffe or some complex statue. Think of your life as the dots and right now you don’t have the numbers, or maybe you have some numbers but not all of them. Therapy, are the numbers on the dots, there to help you connect and make sense of the image in front of you (your life). This is what therapy has been for me, helping me connect those dots.


    WRITTEN BY: Estela

Ripple Effects

For the first time, I got to witness a ripple effect of human kindness and it was beautiful. I was on my way to return an Amazon package at one of those Amazon lockers you sometimes see in a Safeway. I originally made the arrangements the night before and was going to be in Menlo Park anyway, so when I arrived I was going to go in and then right out to go to my therapy appointment. Now, I’m going to give you a bunch of details that seem unnecessary but it’s because every little thing that may seem insignificant is all happening for a reason. I was supposed to take the first entrance into the Safeway, the one I usually take, but a BMW that would slow down and speed up and the exact same time as I tried to switch lanes, kept that from happening. I ended up having to go around and entering through the back entrance of the plaza, because of this I ended up parking a lot father. I saw a little boy walking with a box as I got out of my car. He was talking to a hipster looking couple who were nodding and almost shooing him away. He was making his way toward the end of the parking lot, when I noticed he was carrying a box. I could tell he was selling something, so I walked over and asked what he was selling. Sheepish and polite, he answered, “Chocolate bars for at risk youth.” It was about 85 degrees and he had a t-shirt and jeans on. He was squinting at me from the blazing sun, trying to cover his eyes. I asked him if he could give me 5 minutes, that I needed to drop off my package and get cash. He said, “Okay,” and watched me walk away. I looked back, “I’ll be back. Wait for me.” He gave a half smile and turned to other incoming shoppers. I wondered in the moment how many times he was told that and didn’t see those people again. Not me. I was going to keep my word.

I went inside, walked over to the amazon locker and entered the code they gave me. I kept getting a “this code does not exist” message. I looked back at the paperwork, I had gone to the wrong place. I was supposed to have gone to the Safeway in Palo Alto, not in Menlo Park. I laughed in a realization that I was meant to be here, I was meant to buy that little boy’s chocolate. I should probably mention how BIG I am on the universe and, things happening for a reason. I truly believe things are put in place to keep you on a path meant for you and sometimes deter you somewhere else because you are needed elsewhere. With all that said, I grabbed a water from the mini refrigerator by the check out stand, and asked for $10 in cash back. I found him immediately, he was talking to a woman who was shaking her head no to him and back up toward her car. I walked over there and asked him how much the candy bar was. He responded, “Seven dollars.” I gave him the ten dollar bill and told him to keep the change. I handed him the water bottle and told him it was hot out here and the seal was still on the bottle. I grabbed the box while he opened the water and took a huge gulp from it. I asked him his name, almost breathless from the water he chugged, he responded, “Aries.” I smiled, “Aries. That’s a great name, that’s a fire element in the zodiac. It’s fierce.” Still timid, he wiped the water from his mouth, nodded and smiled.

The woman who had told Aries she didn’t want to buy anything had been watching us. In my peripherals I saw her run around the car to her back seat. Aries handed me the large chocolate bar with wrapping that was made to appear like money. The woman said, “Excuse me,” then apologized for interrupting and handed him a hat and some change she found in her back seat. She put the hat on Aries and told him he could keep it. Another man had been watching us too from across the parking lot. I noticed him staring at Aries as I came out of Safeway. I wasn’t sure why he was staring at first, curiosity as to what Aries was selling, or maybe the fact that there was an African American child in his upscale neighborhood grocery store roaming the parking lot. When he started walking over, I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, so I waited to make sure this man wasn’t going to make any trouble for Aries. He peeked in the box, “Alright, young man, what are you going to sell me today.” My heart fluttered at the big smile Aries now had. Sometimes we all need a push, someone to lead by example. That could have been anyone willing to show kindness to a stranger that could have started that ripple effect.

Selling anything to strangers, especially at that age, is difficult. What is seven dollars, really? A venti drink at Starbucks with a breakfast sandwich? Next time you think about saying “No” or not giving someone the time of day asking for help, don’t. Just give it to them, just help them. Some people might argue, “What if it’s a scam, and the money doesn’t go where they say.” That doesn’t matter. What matters is you did your part. You helped someone. What they do with that money or help is not your business anymore. You can only hope the people you help really do need it and that you made a small impact in their life. I was supposed to buy that $7 chocolate bar from Aries, to give him water, and to potentially inspire others to help him out. I ended up at the wrong place, at the right time. So, next time you end up in the wrong place, don’t get upset, because it might be the right time and to positively impact someone else’s life, one chocolate bar at a time.

 


WRITTEN BY: Estela

Ultra Violent Light

History repeats itself.

There are things that aren’t right. Things that don’t make sense.

My mom was pregnant with me when Rodney King was beaten by Police. No one knew what was next. No one knew the type of violence that was going to continue to erupt and how widespread it would be. I was almost a year old when the LA riots happened. Everyone thought it was the end, but it wasn’t. It was just the beginning of a shift in our society. However, it seems that we are right back where we started.

riots

How do we overcome racism, prejudice, and inequality? We start with ourselves and the people around us. The system is broken, and we live under that system. What can we do? We fight. We fight with our success. We fight with our refusal to allow the racism and the abuse. If you see something wrong, you raise your voice, you say something. We must band together against the injustice. We want what’s right and when we don’t get it, it’s natural to be angry. Harness that anger, because it is what drives us. Use that anger as the steps you need to make change. Put that anger and passion into your school work. Get that diploma, get that degree, work for the government and work on changing it. We CAN change it, we just have to get in there. We have to educate.

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We can kill, we can burn our cities, we can continue the violence, but that’s easy. That’s the easy, quick way to get the attention and change you desire. It’s been done before, yet here we are. Reasons keep appearing to cause protest. And until this is no longer the case, we should keep protesting, peacefully, in the masses. But most importantly, we should be making our way into positions of power to make a difference. You don’t need money to make something of yourself, you need drive. That fire in your stomach you feel when you see an injustice. When you see people struggling because of the color of their skin, and you want to be the change in the world, let that drive you to success. We have to stay focused on the bigger picture now. We can’t make real change politically, widespread until we flood positions of power.

protesting

Be someone who was known for fighting against prejudice, without violence, even when this feels like the hardest thing to do. Remember, it was even more difficult for those before us to do so, but they did. Martin Luther King Jr., was one of the most powerful men in history and you can be too.


WRITTEN BY: Estela

Organizing Time

There aren’t enough hours in the day.

I’m sure you can all relate to this in some way. A normal day for me has to include the following:
Walking my dogs in the AM
Making breakfast
Prepping lunch and snacks for the work day
Commute to work
While at work
-Eating
-Research for our wellness program
-Creating emails to send for my wellness research
-Walking on my first break
-Reading on my last break
Yoga/Workout
Commute home
Working on my blog
Walking my dogs in the PM
Making dinner
Do dishes
Clean
Catch up with friends and family
Talk to Henry
Prepare for the next day

Repeat.

This doesn’t include those nights laundry has to be done, grocery shopping has to happen, visiting friends and family or going to an event.

With all that said, we can agree that there is just no possible way to do this and still maintain positive energy and happy. Shout out to the parents who do all this with kids and have 10 kid related duties added. The things I named above are things that need to happen everyday, and making this list was just as stressful as doing the tasks. It’s hard to find a balance while trying to squeeze in things you do for yourself when the list of what you have to do is overwhelming. However, when I put it all out on paper in numbers, I discovered something interesting.

Have you ever tried mapping out in hours what your week looks like?

I did and what I discovered was incredibly helpful for me when it came to organizing my time. There are 168 hours a week. Try mapping out your time the way I did below.

Time Commitments That Cannot Be Changed:
40 hours of work
8 hours of commuting
56 hours of sleep (with 8 hours of sleep everyday)
10 hours of eating time
7 hours of exercise
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118 hours of obligated time

Now, do the math to see how many hours you have left after subtracting your commitments from the amount of hours in a week.

Free Time/Unused Time
50 hours give or take a week

What am I usually doing in those 50 hours that I feel I don’t have any free time to do anything I love?

Probably on social networking apps, watching Netflix, reading emails, or scrolling through Pinterest for longer than I should.

These things aren’t bad when done in moderation, however, I tend to binge most things I do.

So, my plans are to put my 50 hours toward things that are productive but also make me happy. Things like: writing, coloring, reading, organizing, and doing face masks (because we all need a good face mask day every now and then).

So before you tell anyone, I don’t have any free time, crunch the numbers and see how much free time you actually have. You might be surprised.


WRITTEN BY: Estela

New Roles

A lot has changed in the last few months. I moved out of the hood and I’m working on a new career path. But one pretty exciting thing I want to talk about it my new role at my job as a wellness ambassador. It sounds a lot fancier than it actually is, I don’t get compensated extra for it, but I’m pretty excited regardless. As a wellness ambassador, my role for my department is to ensure that people are aware of the resources our clinic has in place to deal with wellness issues. By wellness, I mean stress management, mental-physical health, nutrition, time management, burn-out, etc. It is also my job to help my team achieve their wellness goals.

So far, I’ve already made some huge changes in my own life for my own wellness. It wouldn’t feel right telling a coworker they can’t stress eat while crumbs and dust from my morning donut glittered on my uniform. I decided I would take this role very seriously and get as many people excited about it as I could. Our four focus points for wellness are: Fitness, Nutrition, Sleep, and Stress management.

uha wellness meditation photography

I sent out emails, provided advice based on my own experience, started a Pinterest board, started a wellness board at the office with advice and inspirational quotes, and I’m organizing events for it. We have a 5 mile hike next week at Mount Tamalpais and a Healthy Rainbow potluck at the end of the month.

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Word spread fast. Enough to get the attention of other departments and management. Meetings were scheduled, discussions were had and now my ideas are going to be the foundation for other wellness ambassadors in the clinic to use. Supervisors who didn’t know my name before, were thanking me for my work. It was definitely a humbling and exciting experience.

I really love organizing things and though it has been a lot of work, I’ve been really enjoying it. This week I brought gluten free, additive free, protein and probiotic enriched brownies with less than 6 grams of fat. Next week, baked churros, because let’s be honest, in a stressful work environment we all need a little sugar to get through the day, so why not some heathier options for us, right?

This link is for the pinterest board for wellness, feel free to check it out, it’s a compilation of advice taken and put in one place for fitness, nutrition, sleep, and stress management.

https://www.pinterest.com/beautifullifee/uha-wellness

pinterest board



WRITTEN BY: Estela


Identity in a Time of Crisis

Friends! It has been too long. I was down for the count due to complications after my wisdom teeth removal and then catching an ear infection (which I still have). I decided two weeks off from the blog was long enough. I did end up going to work on and off for the past two weeks. While I was working at the clinic, I experienced, probably for the 20th time since I’ve worked in Menlo Park, a person of Latino heritage refusing to state their ethnicity.

We ask demographic questions for research purposes because we are a teaching institute.  I’ve been with the company for three years and out of all those three years, we have not had many Latino families sign their children up to come to our clinic. Our clientele is majority White/Caucasian. You know how I know that? Because they never decline to state their Race and their Ethnicity. Is it the privilege, the pride, the lack of fear in stating a part of their identity?

When I speak to them on the phone and they provide their names and their children’s names: Juan Guiterrez, Maria Esparza, Paloma Gonzalez, Rosaura Mendoza, the list goes on and on (Names slightly changed and rearranged for patient privacy).

All of these Latino families, some with accents, others without, all become spooked when I ask the question, “Would you like to state your child’s Ethnicity or Race?”

The most common responses: “Ah, no no. I don’t,” “Uh, I don’t know if they’re Latino or not, I’m Mexican and my husband is too, but I-I don’t know, so…” and finally, “Oh, no no, we’re not.”

And then, they come in and I’ll remember their name, seeing the notes that I registered them, seeing there that they said they were NOT Latino when I just heard them speak Spanish to their kids and their skin is brown like mine.

I know what it feels like to feel shame of who you are. At some point in my life, I myself was a self-hating Latino, mostly because the media raised me that way. I used words like “illegals” instead of undocumented. I came to find out that someone close to me was undocumented and I loved them immensely. The conclusion was I had to change my ignorant views. My mother grew up in Texas and California, my family on her side have been US citizens for decades. I used this as an excuse to forget my heritage. I was born and raised in the US, yes, but my roots are Mexican and Salvadorean.

In the past, I also avoided saying I was Mexican, Latino, or Chicana, and always just said “American.” I refused to listen to Spanish music and made fun of it pretty often when I was young. There were plenty of people who tried to put me in my place, but I ignored them. This all went on for maybe two years.

Now, it’s been 12 years and I witness people afraid to state their ethnicity and I just want to say, “It’s okay, I’m Latina, we won’t turn you away because you’re Latino, stating your ethnicity does not impact your treatment here.”

It honestly, breaks my heart. Is it fear? Is it the refusal of being put in a box? Or maybe the media has raised them to feel shame, too.

This is a crucial time for us to be who we are and be proud. Because the man who calls himself our new president, says that it is not okay to be who we are. He and his followers say it is not okay for America to be undocumented, Latino, Muslim, a woman, African American, Disabled, LGBTQIA, so what do we do? We protest, we proudly announce who we are and what we stand for. 

No longer refuse to state your ethnicity, say it, let whoever does these studies know WE ARE HERE and we are not going anywhere. Say and check those boxes that say: [] Latino/Hispanic.
Because people of White/Caucasian decent aren’t hesitating and neither should we.

Stand together and be strong when it comes to who you are.


WRITTEN BY: Estela

The Upcoming New Year

New Years Eve always seems to have mixed reviews. Some people get mad and annoyed around New Years because their gym gets overwhelmed with people who made resolutions to get in shape. Or, there are people who hate when people make resolutions in general, because why wait a year to get your life together right?

I am constantly creating lists, whether it’s making bucket lists for hiking locations, accomplishments I want to achieve, or just things I want to see in a timely manner. New Years isn’t necessarily my way to make resolutions since I do that neurotically year round. However, I have a few things I would like to work on this upcoming year, reading a lot more (I didn’t meet my goodreads goal), writing more of my own creative work, and finding peace and joy in the little things in life.

I don’t think it’s fair to condemn people who decide that the upcoming year will be their time to make a change to better themselves. It’s natural for people to desire improvement for themselves and their lives. They’re not hurting anyone, they’re just searching for motivation. So, live and let live. Don’t look over your coworkers shoulder and scoff at their New Years Resolutions, applaud them for taking action in their lives and attemping to better it. And also, probably don’t be an asshole if a month later they give up. Stuff happens, not everyone can stick to expectations they had for themselves. Have you ever said you were going to do something and found yourself putting it off or never accomplishing it? Yeah you, guy who told his partner he’d clean the garage but hasn’t or you, lady who told your parents you’d call more and spend more time with them, but haven’t. I’m talking to you.

With all that said, let’s make a resolution, or a goal, or whatever you want to call it, and let’s be nicer to one another. More accepting. Better people. More supportive. And, hell, let’s do something exciting this year that will be a memory we reflect on in the future and are proud of.

May the force be with you in the New Year my friends. Also, I feel I cannot say that without addressing how devastating the loss of Carrie Fisher is. Her legacy lives on and we were fortunate to be blessed with such a strong, talented and inspiring woman. Carrie Fisher shared with us her struggles of mental illness and is living proof that you are stronger than your disease. This is applicable in mental illness, depression, negativity, physical health, addiction, struggles, etc. You are strong, don’t be afraid to step up and show it, whether it’s with your words or your actions.

Okay, my babbling ends now. Again, I want to wish you all a Happy New Year.


WRITTEN BY: Estela

NaNoWriMo 2016 y’all

DISCLAIMER: If you’re only reading this for the picture, it’s not about Batman, I mention this quote once, so don’t torchure yourself in hopes I’ll jump into talking excessively about Batman. Because it doesn’t happen. For those of you who continue to read it, don’t judge me for using this imagine to sum up this blog post. It just felt right. And like fall has a double meaning for the fall season and my life, falling apart. Just let me have this. I’ve been through a lot, and by a lot, I mostly mean first world problems, so don’t expect real tragedy, just an exaggeration from a stereotypical millenial.

It’s November and if you told me two months ago I was going to be writing 1,700 words a day for free, I would have snorted so hard, real bodily fluids would have come out. Too far, I know. I’m gross. Anyway, on my life changing trip to the Grand Canyon with two of my favorite humans, Riss told me what NaNoWriMo was all about. She shared that she would be participating this year and that Cait and I should join her. I was excited about it. Some actual structure to get me writing consistently on a daily basis? Sign me up.

After my decision to go forward with this writing challenge, I had anticipated getting started. Typing up the ideas that I typed up in my memo app on my phone. Slowly figuring out characters, plot and theme as November 1st approached. I was finally excited about writing with discipline, not to put down this blog because this blog is really all I am creating in the writing world, except of course my reviews for books and yelp. This would be CREATIVE WRITING, not weekly blog posts where I could post a shit ton of pictures and no one would feel cheated from my lack of producing content. Though, a few close friends have asked, “Why don’t you post your creative stuff on the blog?” BECAUSE! I just, I don’t have a real answer, I just don’t, so there.

How’s it been going on this journey to produce 50,000 words by November 30th? Well, day 1 was brutal, since in the past, anytime I just didn’t feel like writing anymore I’d stop and for this challenge that was not an option. So, squeezing anecdotes out of me proved difficult, especially with Downton Abbey playing in the background. After 6 grueling hours I completed my first 1,700 word count.

Onto day 2, where I struggled but surprisingly felt it was easier to continue off from day 1’s writing. I had by this time now introduced the family I’m writing about and found my story moving forward.

Day 3 rolled around and I picked up with all the ideas still fresh in my mind from where I left off on Day 2. I was finally in a good place and I felt like a writer. 5,100 words and I was well on my way, that was until day 4.

I had been organizing my story into days, opening a new word document for each day. The plan was after each week I’d organize them into one document which would have the entire story on it. When I was writing for day 4 I came across an idea that I thought would contradict something I had said in day 2. I decided to look back and see what exactly I had said to avoid making a fool of myself. When I went back to read over day 2, I saw an entire page was missing. I then checked day 3, thinking maybe I had saved it there. The answer was no. No, it was not there. I also came to discover that day 3 had also been missing two pages I had added the evening before. Panic. Full blown. Panic.

Here’s what my theory is. I was writing on my laptop, saving my documents to my Google Drive and also using my Word document at work. I was switching off daily and emailing myself the pieces I had typed on my work computer to later add to my laptop. Somewhere documents were not saved and the incomplete documents were being emailed. It was tragic.

So, it is now day 15 and I have not fully recovered from the damage that losing all those words did to me. I have been continuing my writing here and there but nothing close to what I did the first 3 days of NaNoWriMo. However, today marks the day I pick up all the shattered pieces and start to glue them back together. I was in a bit of a slump, (the election, the loss of pieces to my story, the process of selling my childhood home, the stress from upcoming holidays, the chaos in general that is my life, etc). I am crawling out of my hole and writing my blog post for the week. I have also gone back to Day 2 to start over and meet my word count, which I will be doing for the next several days until November 30th. At this point, I’m not necessarily saying I will catch up and get 50,000 words, but I am saying I will definitely try to get as close I can to it.

For all you NaNoWriMo writers, I applaud you for sticking to your commitments and even if you haven’t, let this be a somewhat inspiring “why do we fall Bruce?” moment for you to get back up and write those damn words. If not you, then who? Love you guys. Peace.


WRITTEN BY: Estela

Concert Magic

My heart raced as we sat on the stone stairs, textured with tiny rocks that made indentations in my thighs. My legs had already gone numb from the cold, but the darkening of the Greek Theatre and loud booms from the audience made that all fade away. I glanced at my fitbit for the time, to instead find my heart rate at 121 BPM. The eargasm began instantly.

I had seen the Lumineers perform before. It was beautiful then too, but there was something extraordinary about this time. 

Russell, the lead singer, talked more about the songs before performing them. Their songs already have so much meaning, but knowing what inspired them made the whole experience even more personal.

I found myself overwhelmed with happiness, love, and complete awareness of the unity in our claps and cheers as we sang along with the band. I cried at least six times from the happiness I felt, how incredible it was to see so many different people come together to enjoy this one band we all share a interest and love for. In such a time of hate and separation, this night, we were all ONE. People of all ages, genders, colors, beliefs all came together to sing “Slow It Down” so loud that our voices cracked in the night air. At one point I looked up, the stars shining bright even through the overwhelming city lights. We were all under those same stars, all coexisting together.it was magical. 
The Lumineers always perform more upbeat renditions of their original music, because some of their songs are on the slower side. They add in a kick drum and some quicker, intense acoustic guitar. It is unlike anything I can describe. So much talent on that stage that night.

I wish everyone could experience what I did that night. 


WRITTEN BY: Estela

And Purge.

Crossroads

Goodbye, 2015.

Too soon?  I know we have a couple more weeks.  But I can’t help but say my au revoirs to almost everything that’s crossed my path this month.  Goodbye, job.  Goodbye, unhealthy relationships.  Goodbye, unease and anxiety.  Goodbye, my front right hubcap.  I might be getting ahead of myself, or I might just be getting excited about starting on a fresh clean slate.  Regardless, I’m now ‘Goodbye’ obsessed.  We seem to be coming to the end of a year of ‘purging’, as a Producer acquaintance of mine would probably call it.  I’ve never been more collectively terrified/excited in my entire life.

Because I’m finally ready to openly admit that this year has been hard.

If we want to get technical, the last couple.  I’ve been through the psychological, physical and emotional ringer with so much I’ve lost or endured (although ultimately gained).  When I attempted to turn to my family and friends, I found they too were struggling with some of the darkest demons of their life.  So I kept it all in.  Or ignored it.  Or did whatever people who fashion themselves martyrs do.  Only being a martyr is stupid.  You solve nothing and help no one, and frankly, I don’t know why we do it, other than because someone along the way taught us it’s the thing to do to gain respect.

And I think that’s crap.  Because I respect people so much more when I know that they’re trying, when they’re honest, and genuine, and say “Hey, life sucks sometimes!  Nobody’s perfect.”  I cringe to hear of people who were CEOs by my age.  But I live for the stories of those badass execs and supervisors who at 23, “slept in their car” and didn’t have a penny to their name.  Nobody wants to know they’re already off to a bad start.  We all need some validation every now and again.  More importantly, we need to know that it’s never too late to change things.

I say, in with this new era, and out with the bullshit of old.  And if there’s anything we’ve hated about our past, then at least we now know what we don’t want moving forward.  I’ve seen too many twenty-somethings not value themselves because of past mistakes, and it’s time to stop caring, and instead, take care of ourselves.

So why am I elated/terrified/thrilled?  Because I’ve stopped giving fucks and am ready to start fresh.

I’m not going to have a New Year’s resolution this year.  I’m not even going to think about what I’m anticipating will come.  All I know is that it will be different, because life already is different.   Completely different, with different experiences than what I grew up with or knew to be true roughly the last quarter of a century.  Which is okay.  Just because I was used to something doesn’t mean it was right.  It’s just what was. Thus bringing us to the end of the purge.  A purge of everything that wasn’t self-improving.

And it’s scary.  And it’s exciting.  The unknown always is.

 


WRITTEN BY: Danielle