A Boy Named Ignazio

I had a boyfriend named Ignazio. He was a few inches taller than me and owned a white GoPro camera. Do they even have white GoPro’s? Who knows? Every once in a while, he would call me. We talked about the most random things you could imagine: emojis and gifs. Yes, that was our language. Very romantic, I know! He lived an hour away from me, in a city called Duodécimo. Everyone there walked and rode their bikes to school, church and work. How did I know? Because I’d spent almost every weekend there. The funny thing about Ignazio, was – that we’d be in the same place, but at the wrong time.

Every so often he would ask me: “Are you here yet?”

I’d simply reply: “LOL”

But for some odd reason, we never seemed to stumble upon each other.

The days, hours and seconds passed and we’d always end our conversations with the usual: 😊, HEHE, [GIF], [GIF]. 

Until one day I had the courage to say: “We should definitely meet up!”

“Of course, let me know when”, he’d replied.

Finally, the day arrived. September 16, to be exact. I patiently waited for him at JOHN’S BURRITOS. Sadly, he never showed up. I had waited hours, minutes and seconds, but he was nowhere to be seen. I looked down at my burrito, half eaten by me, and stared at my phone. Then unexpectedly, I saw my left hand getting ready to dial. That’s when I realized… my boyfriend was imaginary all along.

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Audición tras Audición

Cada que voy a una entrevista de trabajo, me convierto en un personaje.

A veces me asombra,

A veces me decepciona,

Pero rara vez me sorprende.

Cada vez, tengo que convencer a los jueces, (directores), de lo que soy capaz. Si no me sé una respuesta, me la invento.

Sr. Juez: “¿Qué es lo que no te gusta de ti?”

Yo: (aquí mi mente empieza a trabajar): “Que de repente soy impuntual, que no me se vestir – según mi mamá”.

Bueno, la segunda sí es vedad, pero en una audición ¡Hay que actuar!

A veces me siento como una poeta,

A veces me siento la mujer maravilla,

Y a veces tengo ganas de rimar… pero no me sale.

 

Una vez escuché por ahí, bueno en realidad lo vi en Google, que…

“El mundo es un escenario, y todos los hombres y las mujeres son actores, tienen sus salidas y sus entradas; y un hombre se puede convertir en muchos personajes en tan sólo poco tiempo”.  – William Shakespeare

(Bueno, la verdad la cita suena mejor en inglés).

Entonces, la próxima vez que te sientas inseguro/a de ti mismo en una entrevista, recuerda, todos somos actores. Así que… ¿Cuál será tu próximo papel protagónico?

  • Yoss 😊

Mozart in the Jungle- Si fuera profesora

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Si fuera profesora, obligaría a cada uno de mis estudiantes a ver “Mozart in the Jungle”, durante mi clase. Traería palomitas, una botella de vino y un surtido de quesos. Obviamente, me aseguraría que sólo los mayores de 21 años, bebieran el vino.  Al final de cada clase les asignaría una tarea como: ver una sinfonía, aprender sobre el oboe y demás.

Al terminar el semestre, los estudiantes tendrían un conocimiento más profundo sobre: la música clásica, el arte y la cultura. ¿Y adivina cuál sería el proyecto final?

Tendrían que traer a Gael García Bernal, quien interpreta a Rodrigo en “Mozart in the Jungle”, al salón. (Si esto llegara a suceder, entonces les concedería una A+ a todos mis alumnos).

Y tal vez te preguntes: Pero… ¿Por qué?

Pues…porque Gael ha sido uno de mis actores favoritos desde “Amores Perros”, y la verdad me gustaría conocerlo algún día.

Mozart in the Jungle – If…

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If I was a professor, I’d make all my students watch “Mozart in the Jungle,” during class. I’d bring popcorn, wine and a platter full of cheese. Of course, I’d only allowed those who were 21+ to drink alcohol. After each class, I would assign homework. One week they would attend a symphony, on another week they would learn about the oboe, and so forth.

The students would end the semester appreciating classical music, passion and diversity. Oh, and did I mention what their final project would be?

They’d have to get Gael Garcia Bernal, who plays Rodrigo, to come to class. (I would automatically pass every single one of my students with an A+.)

But, why? You may ask.

Well, because he’s my favorite actor since “Amores Perros,” and I’d like to meet him someday…

Everything is just falling apart…

I’m not a vocal person, so I prefer to write down my feelings on ink and paper, and then eventually type it on the internet.

This past week has been tough. I know I always talk about this issue, but it’s something that is constantly on my mind. 24/7

I’ve struggled with my weight all my life. I won’t go into details, instead go check out my other blog “I Have An Eating Disorder.”

Today I binged.

According to NEDA.

“Binge eating disorder is a severe, life-threatening and treatable eating disorder characterized by recurrent episodes of eating large quantities of food (often very quickly and to the point of discomfort); a feeling of a loss of control during the binge; experiencing shame, distress or guilt afterwards; and not regularly using unhealthy compensatory measures (e.g., purging) to counter the binge eating.”

I think part of the reason, and it seems to be a pattern, is because I’m constantly consuming sugary foods, without thinking.

For example,

Today I had:

  • 1 pint of ice cream
  • 30 chocolate almonds
  • 1 full bag of butter popcorn
  • Hotdog
  • 10 chocolate protein bars
  • Coconut ice cream bar

Sugar. Once I have it, I can’t seem to stop it.

Another reason is my anxiety. I get nervous/stressed, some people in my family think I’m not doing anything for myself, in terms of my future, but I promise you… I am! It’s hard finding a full-time job, especially with no experience whatsoever. I also don’t want to work just because of money. Money doesn’t buy happiness. At least not for me.

My heart wants to cry. My lungs want to scream. I feel disappointed in myself. I can’t believe I’m letting food manipulate me. It’s a constant struggle, because I always see or hear people making fun of the “overweight,” but if you’ve never had an eating disorder then who are you to judge? It’s not easy. If it were, then everyone would be skinny.

I feel embarrassed because I’m falling apart. Where did all my motivation go? Where is that Yoss that learned to love herself? I know she’s still there…

This is my journey. My story. My open heart.

Thank you,

Yoss

P.S I felt better after writing this.

Also, I promise to write 7 days from today.

Until then… “Don’t wait for tomorrow, what you can do today.”

“Paciencia, pequeña saltamontes…”

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Érase una vez, una princesa llamada Alejandra.

Su pelo era largo y negro.

Y su sonrisa, siempre hacia que la gente del pueblo se sintiera con confianza.

Con solo verla te dabas cuenta que todo saldría bien.

Ella vivía arriba de una montaña, en un enorme castillo.

Y un día, decidió bajar para jugar en el rio.

De repente, escucho un ruido.

“Cri, cri” decía el sonido.

Ella se asustó.

De inmediatamente miró a su alrededor.

Para su sorpresa miro a un saltamontes sollozando debajo de un árbol.

Y le pregunto: “¿Estás bien?, ¿Necesitas ayuda?”

Pero la saltamontes no respondió.

Alejandra se acercó y le susurró “Por favor no llores, aquí estoy yo, y no me iré hasta no verte feliz”.

Entonces la saltamontes levanto la cabeza y la miró.

Las lágrimas poco a poco le dejaron de escurrir.

Y sin decir una palabra, se le trepo y la abrazo.

Alejandra sonrió.

“Tengo miedo” le contestó.

“¿Miedo, pero por qué? Mira a tu alrededor, ¿escuchas eso? … Es el río, los pájaros y el viento que fluyen a tu alrededor”.

La saltamontes se quedó pensando.

Y después de un rato le dijo: “Sí, pero no tengo miedo de eso… tengo miedo de no poder decirle a mi mamá que me corrieron de mi trabajo y que piense que soy un fracaso”.

“¿Que acaso no has ido a buscar otro trabajo?”

“Sí, todos los días me levanto y…”

Alejandra la interrumpió. Y de nuevo le sonrió.

“Paciencia, pequeña saltamontes. Las cosas buenas les llegan a aquellos que saben esperar”.

En ese momento, la saltamontes supo que no se podía rendir, algún día alguien la tendría que contratar.

“¿Haber cuéntame qué sabes hacer?” le preguntó Alejandra.

“Hablo 5 idiomas, soy buena para contar historias y no me da pena hablar en público” le afirmó.

“¡Mira que curioso!, justamente mi mamá está contratando a una maestra para que enseñe en nuestro castillo” exclamo Alejandra emocionada…

Y fue así como la saltamontes empezó a dar clases en el castillo de Alejandra.

 

La moraleja de la historia es que a veces las cosas pasan en el momento menos inesperado. Lo importante es seguir adelante y no dejar de luchar por nuestro sueños… Uno nunca sabe quien nos esta observando.

 

PD: Gracias Alejandra, por tus consejos por escucharme y por ser parte de mi familia. Sobre todo, por inspirarme a escribir esta pequeña historia…

Finding Peace

So I have to tell you a story about a guy named “G,” who I met while I was in Mexico.

The first time I saw him, I thought he was charming and angelic.                                           (I know it sounds weird, but please bear with me.)

He eventually asked for my number.

(Because he wanted to practice his English)

I swear I almost turned red, or maybe I did and didn’t notice. Oops!

[In order to not make this story long, I will cut straight to the chase.]

We have kept in touch through WhatsApp. (If you don’t know what that is, it’s a texting app, very popular outside the US.)

Every once in a while, we will have a conversation about language, which includes: vocabulary, sentence structure and slang. However, there are times where I wish we could talk about other things like: life, culture and music. But we are not at that level yet. And I’m not sure we will ever be. (To be honest I might not even see him again).

Anyhow, I love helping people and I would never deny my help to anyone, especially “G” because he seems like a nice guy.

So with that being said…

I met him on Wednesday, June 21st 2017 at my cousins school. And right from the beginning, when we started talking, I felt something…

I can’t describe what I felt, because it would sound weird and different, but I knew at that very moment that:

  1. A smile is the best gift anyone can give you.
  2. Being humble is the best thing to pass on to others.
  3. That you must love yourself no matter what.

So “G” if you are reading this I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, for being “YOU” and making me smile.

And well… I always look forward to your texts.

Why? (you may ask)

Well there is something about you. I have no idea what it is, but I want you to know that I wish you nothing but the best. Danke.

“Sometimes people come into your life for a moment, a day, or a lifetime. It matters not the time they spent with you but how they impacted your life in that time.”