You see I’m a single mom. I need to keep that balance for my son. I need to show him that women are strong, intelligent, and chingonas. Women must be respected, heard, and appreciated. While making sure he is surrounded by strong men, that are in tune with their emotions, intelligent, and driven. As a solo parent, I have extra work. But luckily for me I have a village. I have men in my life that have stepped up and filled this role.
Have you ever wondered? Like have you ever sat there and wondered if whatever you really had or felt in the past was in fact, love? The above lines got me thinking, wondering, and envisioning. I sat in bed and decided that instead of contemplating my past, I would focus on what I wanted my Love Story to be.
Read on to find out why I’m both a bit skeptical and excited about turning 40. What I’ve learned so far, do I feel any different? What do I hope to gain from my 40’s and what my 30’s taught me. Most importantly, why my 30’s left me so exhausted.
November 2019 was one to remember. November was intense as it was heartwarming. November made me put a lot of what I have just learned about myself to the test. That should be read as: all my spiritual teachings were called upon and tested.
This morning for some reason, I woke up extremely critical of myself. Primarily of my body. The way it looked, my weight, my hips, I think you get my point.
It’s been a while since I felt this way, so it felt odd, out of place. But I couldn’t shake it off.