Noviembre
That first hit — a taste of apple Jolly Rancher and cinnamon twist. It’s truly made from love; I’m really feeling the feels, and I’m just so excited.
If you know, you know. And if you don’t, it’s okay — I’ll teach you.
Right now, raindrops fall like music — I can see them, even as I listen to The Pointer Sisters’ “I’m So Excited.”
I mean, who wouldn’t be living life right about now?
It’s been a minute since I last wrote. My fingers are numb to the touch, but that’s life — well, whoever’s running it and calling it theirs, I assume.
Sitting here, thinking, listening…
There’s just something about the rain that makes you think a little deeper.
Bright yellows, deep greens, spicy oranges, and grounded browns.
Grounded browns.
I could enjoy a steamy cafecito with all those notes above.
It’s the beginning of fall, and I don’t want to think about tomorrow.
A simple life quote to end the night, as I sip cabernet sauvignon:
Every day is a lesson worth listening to.
November 11, 2025
Febrero
Don’t you love February? It’s the month of selfless love, of Pisces and Aquarius—the lovely water and air signs aligning to believe and know. The 11th and 12th houses of the clock of destiny, representing intuition, hopes, wishes, companions, and limitations. During this time of love, we seek water to feel and air to breathe.
Love poured all around this week, yet at the start of the month, I felt the weight of selflessness, knowing I didn’t have a Valentine this year. My mind kept circling the love I wish for someday—a companion to listen, to speak through the eyes. But why should I even search? Maybe it’s already staring at me without me realizing it. Seeking is fun because it helps narrow down the options. Knowing your worth and valuing your time is the best patience you can give yourself.
The dating world is a whole other ball game, and I’m just waiting for that home run. Love is such a powerful yet miserable word. Why? Because love is fun, but it can also cost you in ways that stay with you for a lifetime. Loving is hard because we suffer. Ain’t that a bitch?
And speaking of love—Dunkin’. You have to love it. Every year, they spread the love with heart-shaped doughnuts. My favorite part? The cute heart-shaped sprinkles on certain ones. They make me feel happy, broke, and voluptuous all at once. But hey, you only live once, so enjoy it while you can.
As people, I feel like we’re always trying to fill that void of love deep down inside. When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror and truly loved and thanked every part of your body? It’s the best feeling. Or even taken yourself out on a solo dinner date? In time, love will blossom, and when it does, you’ll shine brighter than ever. Because even in the dark, there’s sweetness to be found.
To be a lover girl is a skill—expressing through the eyes, through writing, through punctual facial expressions. But most importantly, by simply being you.
Just be kind. And love.
February 16, 2025
Balloon
Happy Monday on this cold night. Are you even looking at the night sky? Go out, look up, and tell me what you see. A black canvas dotted with glittering stars? Or perhaps the cold whispering to you silently? At this moment, you could be home, working, alone—anything, really. If you don’t go out, just close your eyes and picture the night sky. Breathe…
I know this picture may look random, but I love balloons—especially these balloons. I remember this day like it was yesterday: the day I turned 28. I remember buying these balloons and wanting them to be colorful, just to match my personality. I told the Sales Associate I wanted the matching string for each balloon—yes, I was that detailed! Why? Each string color represented a feeling I had inside, and I wanted to celebrate them. I was so happy that day. I even kept those balloons for a whole week until they deflated. Every year I get older feels like another milestone in life. Creating this blog is one of those milestones—just like traveling somewhere new someday and continuing to learn more about myself.
This year has me feeling on edge because once I turn 29, it’s one more year until 30. But who cares? It’s just a number, and I’m ready to embrace it. I admire the winter, but I’m a summer baby ready for the warmth of summer to come my way. Aren’t you?
It’s about to hit one month since I started my blogging journey, and let me tell you, it is not that simple. It took me about three hours just to design the first page—lol. I had so much fun messing up and figuring it out. I’m great at figuring things out, especially tech, when I want to (and when I’m not being lazy, hahaha). But I’m taking it one day at a time. I’m such a tech-savvy girl, and I’m all about it. What really matters is consistency and trying my best every day. Writing is my life, and even though I have work and a million things to do, I still try my best to dedicate at least an hour a day to writing. Doing this improves my content, writing skills, verbal communication, time management, and much more.
Ever since I started living in the moment, I’ve been setting mini-goals, and one of them is getting into content creation. I want to start simple, not overthink it, and just go with the flow. A part of me keeps thinking, “What should I write about? What should I express?” But then I remind myself: why overthink it? It will come, just like living every day.
By the way, the next full moon is in 16 days! Let’s see what the next 16 days bring. Sending positivity my way.
What about you? Do you set mini-goals, like the phases of the moon?
January 27, 2025
Café con Mamá
Café con Mamá—coffee with mom. I can already hear the chisme we’re about to share as I press the keys on my keyboard. Oh, you don’t know what chisme means? Latin slang for gossip. Congratulations—you’re now officially Latin. But don’t worry, we’re keeping it cute (one of my dearest friend’s favorite sayings).
At this moment, I’m sitting on my bed, the place I feel most safe and vulnerable. My parents are sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room, and a cool breeze drifts through my window. It’s quiet, and my thoughts drift to the days I spend having coffee with my mom.
No matter the season—whether it’s the cold days of January or the hottest days of July—we always find time to go to our favorite coffee shop. This place creaks of mid-1800s charm, with oak maple floors and the smell of steamed milk foam poured over fresh lattes. Even the workers seem like they belong to the house, as though they’re part of its history.
You see, this isn’t just a coffee shop. It’s an old house that has been transformed. Every creak of the floor feels alive, like the home is jumping with joy as it listens to the stories of everyone who walks through its doors. And for my mom and me, this is the setting for many of our own stories—some joyful, some bittersweet, but all meaningful.
One summer day in 2024, we sat outside under the sun, sipping mimosas and enjoying a refreshing breakfast. That day, we had a conversation no mother wants to hear. We cried and laughed, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Even now, that conversation lingers in my mind. It was a moment of truth, love, and vulnerability that deepened our bond.
It’s funny because every time we go to that coffee shop, we pretend we don’t know what to order—but we always get the same thing. My mom sticks to plain yogurt with fresh fruit and a drizzle of honey. I go all out: ricotta pancakes with fresh strawberries, a drizzle of warm maple syrup, wheat toast, and eggs so yellow they practically smile back at you. For dessert, I always get a chocolate croissant. When the waiter asks, “Warmed or as is?” I always say, “Warm, please,” with a shy, flushed smile.
Every sip of coffee, every bite of breakfast, somehow takes us back in time. We talk about moments of happiness and sadness, weaving through the past like it’s a well-worn path. Maybe it’s a woman thing, or maybe it’s just our thing.
My mom always insists on taking photos. Her favorite line? “Take a picture of me! Let’s take a picture!” The joy on her face when she says it melts my heart. It reminds me of how warm and close our relationship was when I was a child. She’s my best friend, my everything.
Mothers are special. They hold a connection that’s deeper than words can explain. Every day, I watch my mom grow older, and I think about the day I’ll become a mother myself. The lessons I’ve learned from her, the memories we’ve made, and the love we’ve shared will always stay with me.
Café con Mamá isn’t just about the coffee. It’s about love, connection, and the comfort of shared moments. It’s about a mother and daughter finding themselves in the creaks of an old house, the warmth of a chocolate croissant, and the stories they’ll carry forever.
Socorro
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