music. my infinite playlist.

I wish there was always a song playing as I go about my day; yea the radio is on but I wish it was like a movie where the music changes as new things develop, a wrong choice of song could kill a great scene and it's funny how a wrong choice in life could also ruin a lot of things; music is such a powerful force. It could elevate you, it could inspire you and make things better, it's like a hallucigen drug itself. I honestly could say that without it my life will not be complete. I wish to walk along the side of music for the rest of my life; which is why I have musical notes on my foot...to represent the power and the importance of music. I can't wait for Abbey to be able to enjoy it with me although she is already beginning to understand it; she's already defining her own rhythm and following it. It's so interesting to see someone grow and learn thing after thing, it's amazing how life progresses and you go from baby, to child, to teenager, to adult. It's a big cycle that we all follow and there's no stopping it, it's like a long good song that seems to last forever and sometimes you wish it did, but then soon or later the music will resume and it'll end, just like everything else. Music is life, it's a friend that watches you grow; as you live you change styles and music witnesses as you evolve. It's one of life's gifts to you which you can use when life itself kicks your ass.

it can't be that easy, can it??

I decided to get up my ass yesterday and actually look into "writing for a living" so, I googled those exact words and start reading about tips and ideas on how to become a writer and what they all said is basically the same thing "write, write, write" Well, I do that already and been doing that so, I guess I'm off to a good start. I also read that you should start writing for a local newspaper or magazine to gain experience and perhaps make future contacts that will help you get you started in the writing business so, I decide to research on that. I found a hiring ad for a new local magazine that will premiere in 2009; it's about local events, art, politics, fashion, hispanic interests etc. So, after talking myself into it I decide to send in my pathetic little resume which has no previous writing experience. I also followed the requirements of the ad and sent in three of my writing samples which were just regular blogs of mine plus half a chapter of the book I'm working on. I attached it and wrote a little about me in the email explaining how I'm a passionate writer with a vivid imagination and how although I have no professional writing experience I have been writing for a long time. I took a leap of faith and pressed "Send"; two hours later I get an email back from the assistand editor saying that she found my resume "interesting" in a good way and she would love for me to go by and interview. ARE YOU SERIOUS??
My heart started pounding in excitement and pride; but then reality hit me. Okay, this is in Miami Beach not too close to my house; what if they want me to work there and not on my own time? What about Abbey and her daycare I love so much? Would would I wear? Etc. I decided to forget about all these things and focus on the fact that this might be my first step to "writing for a living" I mean, I don't know if they'll pay me to write since I have no experience and the magazine is not out yet, I don't know if they'll allow me to write on my own time and then email them my articles; I don't know anything. I will leave this thoughts aside and I will go in there with the best attitude and I will be honest with them about what I can and can't do and go from there. This proves that sometimes all you really have to do is get up your ass and take a leap of faith in order to get things started, I'm thankful and cannot wait.

from party girl to mom...

I will say this...I should've been reviewing my homework with some guy named Stuard instead of having so much damn fun. I don't regret it because I did what I wanted to and I went with what felt right but I have to admit that my parents were right and I hate it. Consequences never show themselves until later and in my case a lot later. My past is a blur mixed with a cloud of smoke...there's something like Led Zepellin playing in the background. There was not a thought of the future because I honestly didn't think of having one besides partying it up; that was until I got a big fat "You're Pregnant" on my home pregnancy test and I had to make a decision. My friend simply said "Let me know who to call; you can only go two ways" as simple and encouraging as that. I chose with that felt right and once again followed my heart all the way to motherhood. Within weeks I traded in my beer mug and all nighters for OBGYN appointments and prenatal vitamins. Now, a year later I am still trying to figure this all out. I'm still trying to come to terms with who I am now as well as trying to do my "job" as good as I can. I have never had so much responsability nor loved someone so much which is terrifying as well as a blessing. Having her has made me think back to my high school days and reconsidered some of the options I made. I continue to wonder and explore this new world as my little one explores hers. My life has never been so wonderful and challenging as now...I confess: It's my biggest adventure so far.