#MondayMantra

i took a break from actively pursuing happiness this weekend, and chose instead to stay hunkered down at home with my family, waiting out what we thought would be an epic storm resulting in flooding in our hometown.  luckily san antonio remained unscathed, though we are still wary about flooding later this week, but a little farther south, our fellow texans suffered some devastating damage and loss (more on that in a later post).

i meant to get some things done this weekend, once i realized i’d be spending it at home, but eventually decided to just relax and recharge (much-needed).  i ended up binge watching netflix with my sisters, finishing the last season of the ranch (totally my kind of humor – i never stop laughing), riverdale (i grew up reading archie comics!), and coming one episode shy of finishing 13 reasons why.  i even fell asleep to one of my favorite movies (soon to be removed from netflix) last night.

this was exactly the weekend i needed.  remember last week when i said i needed to take some time to just breathe?  that’s what i did while i stayed in, and it was amazing.  there’s still a weird mood resting in my bones, but i embraced my free time, reveled in my happiness, and now feel ready to take on the next few hectic months.

don’t forget to just be happy in the moment, y’all!

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“I post most often about political matters over on twitter, but when I post them on Instagram or Facebook I’m always amazed by how many people say some version of “stick to writing,” as if writing can ever be separate from politics.  Like our literature, our lives are never apolitical, even if we believe them to be.  We are always making a choice to see or not see, to speak against or for, to call out injustice in others and examine it in our own hearts, minds, and actions, or to pretend it doesn’t exist.  I’m horrified by the beliefs expressed by the white nationalists who marched on Charlottesville this weekend, but I am not surprised by them.  Their protest was a display of bigotry that runs all the way back to our nation’s beginning.  Their words of hatred and their violent actions are the death rattle of those who have been (and still are) the beneficiaries of white male heterosexual power in the face of a society — yes, that’s still us — who at least aspires to equality and tolerance.  They are angry because they know they’re losing.  They are carrying those furious torches because they know the darkness of their story will never light the way.  We light it every day by choosing love over hated [sic], kindness over cruelty, generosity over fear.  There are not two sides.  There is no other way.”

via @cherylstrayed.

i have read several posts on my Facebook feed from supporters of the president that read like they would have us turn our attention away from the underlying hatred that has become more and more apparent in this country.  while i agree that there are a great many things our nation should be concerned with like education and the economy, i don’t think that we can turn a blind-eye to racism and domestic terrorism.  we all have to agree that white nationalism has no place in our society.  we all have to agree that divisive symbols of racism and oppression, like the confederate flag, have no place in our society.  i’m not saying we forget our nation’s history.  i’m saying we learn from it.  we become better citizens, better neighbors, better humans, because of it.  we teach our children and grandchildren that hate doesn’t always win, because in case anyone forgot, the confederacy lost.  jim crow lost.  segregation lost.  let’s not backtrack now.

so today’s #mondaymantra is a call-to-arms.  it’s a plea that you allow yourself to be angered by the hatred spewed by a small group of small-minded people.  it’s a hope that you always speak up against oppression, against prejudice, against racism.  and that you act against it in peaceful and respectful ways.  and that someday we find ourselves never having to have this conversation again.

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hope.  it keeps us young.  it reminds us of christmas eve’s spent not able to sleep for want of catching santa, or that first crush that resulted in a first kiss that stole our breath away, or the anticipation of opening an acceptance letter from our first choice university.

hope is the one thing we can never have enough of.  it’s the only thing we can hold on to, when all else has failed, the universe has failed us, love has failed us…

without hope, we’d forget that the sun rises on a new day tomorrow and that true love is worth waiting for and that we need to put in the work to achieve the dreams that come at the darkest hours of our nights.

hope keeps me waiting for you, to show up, love in your eyes and adventure in your heart, ready to dance every night away with me.

don’t let hope go, y’all.  hold on to it with every inch of your eternal being, because hope will last long after we’re gone, and will carry on in the legacies we leave behind.

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there’s a line in a taylor swift song that i love; it goes, “nothing safe is worth the drive,” (“treacherous”) and how true is that?

i learned the hard way that you can’t take the easy route if you’re ever going to get close enough to your dreams.  it just doesn’t happen that way.  my regrets are few, but almost all are of the chances i didn’t take.  which is funny, because the women whom i admire most, are all ball-busters, adventure-seekers, unapologetically glass ceiling shatterers.

it took a few months for me to recoup from last year’s eye-opening disaster of a break-up.  a few months to find a new job and start to feel like a person again.  a few months to grasp my self-esteem as tightly as i could and weave it back into my heart and soul again.  i’m not that great at the stitches, so it’s still a little loose, but not completely lost.

the pain and dejection i endured and then shed in those months of healing awakened the survivalist in me.  this will not be it, i decided.  this will not be the end of my story, the moment i become a hollowed out version of myself, never fulfilling my goals, achieving my full potential, going through the motions like a zombie, always hungry, but never well-fed.

so i drive.  i set myself behind the wheel, and i follow the road as it calls to me.  remember, we aren’t meant to take the same path, so we have to become great listeners to our hearts.  we have to fight, babes, to hear it over the din of social media and expectations.  we’ll get there, just have faith in your battle.

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i’m back with one of my favorite posts, y’all.  🙂  we all need a little monday morning inspiration!

optimism.  so little of it goes around these days.  our lives are inundated with negativity, hatred, vitriol.  but here’s the thing, babes.  at the end of our lives, when we’re looking back and reminiscing, it won’t be the negativity we remember.  we’ll remember that first kiss on a tequila night with the person we’ve had a crush on for years.  we’ll remember the first time our nephew recognized us and their little face lit up with excitement.  we’ll remember the time we bought our mom tickets to see one of her favorite bands.  we’ll remember giggling in the bathroom with our best friend, or at breakfast with our sisters.

chase those moments, y’all.  don’t let the negativity of the world keep you from filling your heart with love and laughter.  because here’s the thing, the sun always rises.  every morning we get a fresh start, a new day, a chance to chase our dreams.  and isn’t that a gift?