Words of wisdom

“You will acclimate to your level of happiness and forget to appreciate things…”

I’m so guilty of this. Every day. For that I apologize. BUT, man, the world just moves too fast sometimes and there’s constantly new challenges for us to face, like, every day. So when my every day life is not only NOT challenging but just plain good I forget to appreciate it. I (and I’m sure everyone else for that matter) become used to good and easy, easily, and instead of appreciating it and waking up every day and thanking whatever or whomever is responsible for keeping this easy, happy, stable, good train chugging,  we acclimate to it and take it for granted. So, lets make a resolution (no, it doesn’t have to be a new year to make a resolution) to stop every now and again, think about what makes our daily lives happy, and say thanks. That’s it, that’s all you need to do to not bulldoze through your happiness, just say thanks.

10 days until…

I get to see mi Abuelita!

Abuelita

The blurry quality and crazy glare do this lovely lady no justice, but when in doubt just take a picture of a picture with your iPhone right?

I haven’t seen her in six years….WOAH! That’s a lot longer once I actually write it down, but lets not think about how long it’s actually been because I’ll cry. Lets talk about how much I can’t wait to see her, and hug her, and sit next to her while she absentmindedly rubs my back because “it’ll make me taller” (Thanks Abue’ I made it to 5’2″!), and I can’t wait to hear her tell all sorts of stories new and old about people I don’t know (and that I’m pretty sure no one else in my family knows, but she thinks we do, and no one lets her think otherwise), and to hear her call me “mija” because she’s the only one that does, and to call her Abue’ because apparently my cousins and I are lazy and the extra ‘lita is just too long to actually say, and to just be by her in general because she’s just oozes love, and comfort, and happiness, and good feelings, and everything else that makes any grandma a grandma, except she’s still slightly better because she’s mi Abuelita, and nothing trumps that.

grown

HelloGiggles – FRESH GIGGLES | Page 4.

“O my child, the heart is a perilous thing.

The heart crowns all paradoxes of God;
made of muscle and steel and fire, but frail as the sparrow’s wing.

Women of Legend are not born– they are grown
out of spit and dirt and fire and sweat;
they are not a glamorous flock.

They have grease underneath their fingernails
and wrinkles around their eyes.
They have bruises from too-hard pounding upon their breasts.
They have lines from laughter and their feet are callused
from barefooted adventures and sojourns.

Women of Legend are grown out of the spit and dirt and fire and sweat;
their significance is secured in their steadfast response
to unimaginable pain.”

this is very comforting.

HelloGiggles – Feel.

“Feelings and emotions are not facts. They’re not logical. They can’t be judged as right or wrong. They just are. And we have very little control over why they arise and when. The only thing we have to do is acknowledge they’re there, if only to ourselves, so that they may pass.

There’s no such thing as a wrong emotion but it can be frustrating when you are feeling things that don’t make sense even to you. “Why are you crying?” “I don’t know.” “You can’t be mad at that.” “I know, but I am.” In a situation where a person or event has initiated a sudden uncomfortable gush of emotions, the best thing to do is just wait for them to pass in whatever way best facilitates that. If you don’t know why certain feelings are coming up then don’t worry about figuring them out. My rule is “Don’t do anything until tomorrow.” You can’t know most things when you’re emotionally overloaded and anything you do know is tainted by your mood. If you are overwhelmed, try to get back to center before making any moves. Who knows, they might be from a bad burrito or too little sleep. Sometimes it’s easiest to think of everyone as a baby: their emotions are not too hard to figure out.

Never pretend your feelings are not there even when you wish you didn’t have them. Stuffing emotions leads to a lot of bad mental muscle memory: you start an internal void that will grow greater and greater as time passes until one day you will be living within a disjointed reality created by yourself. Blocking emotions disconnects you from your gut and your awareness, which disables your ability to be self-protective. If you’re already betraying yourself by telling you that your emotions are wrong, you continue to betray yourself in other ways. When you become increasingly detached from your body, you are more prone to hurt it because you cannot feel it.

Sometimes emotions make complete sense: they have a trigger that is overt and you know exactly why you’re feeling them. Then there are the ones that come from seemingly nowhere, like a ghost haunting our quiet moments. I often get confusing emotions out of the blue, things like an anxiety or anticipation of something terrible, but I know now that it’s just an echo of an old scar. Almost like a phantom itch. It is not based on anything real, and I know to just wait it out. What I used to do was try and assign a source to this feeling, desperately trying to make sense of it to relieve its discomfort. What that did was validate the feelings and therefor make them “real”. When you feel uncomfortable feelings that are out of nowhere, know that they probably don’t have a true cause. Sometimes they’re just wafting through your body, a blip in your chemicals. Don’t give them more weight or meaning than they deserve. What I do is remind myself, “Sometimes I get these feelings, and that’s okay.” Then I usually do some yoga or throw a one-girl dance party.

Sometimes “old feelings” can tell you things that are not true about a current situation. Your emotional scars will raise alarm when you’re in a situation that echoes one past. These are harder to see through from but with time and trust, they too will be undone, replaced with the new truth of your experiences.

You are more than just a brain piloting a body. Your spirit lives in everything you are and everything you do: your touch, your tastes, your voice, your handwriting, the way you cook, the way you dance, your body, and your emotions. All of them are valid and need not be explained. No one else can or should tell you your feelings are wrong. They are not. No matter what they are, they are yours and only yours to feel. Don’t be afraid of them. The sooner you acknowledge them, the sooner you can let them go. Some are crappy but the more you feel them, the more alive you are and the bigger and brighter you are. Best of all, eventually you get the hang of all of them. You’re human and feelings are just part of that. And to feel is to become richer, more beautiful and more whole.

Happy Sunday, love to you all xox Sarah”

I must make this

Crustless Cheesecake

via Food Coma.

“Crustless Cheesecake, makes 1 cheesecake. Duh. Loosely adapted from an old Martha Stewart cookbook.

Needed: 4 packages of cream cheese, 1 1/2 cups sugar, 1/2 cup cream, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 4 eggs and 3 Heath bars.

In a mixer combined softened cream cheese, sugar and cream. Mix together until smooth. Add vanilla and 2 eggs, mix until smooth, scrap down the sides of the bowl. Add the remaining two eggs, mix until smooth. Add in two of the Heath bars, finely chopped. Pour batter into a springform pan. Bake at 325 F for 1 hour and 45 minutes (maybe a few minutes more or less depending on your oven).

Remove from oven and sprinkle on the remaining chopped Heath bar. Allow the cake to cool and then refrigerator for an hour or two before serving. You can serve it warm if you like, I just prefer it cold. Do your thing. xo. Emma”

I’ve really been enjoying this blog beacause:

-She’s so positive!

-Food!!!

-Cute outfits

Sometimes

Aveces estoy arrinconada en un cajón
Y aveces estoy apachurrada en un sillón
Y aveces me siento acosada por tu pasado pero es tan triste que ni se que decir.

Una esquínita del

Ciberespacio donde anotar mis ideas que no quiero olvidar,
Un rincóncito donde escribir las palabras que quiero expresar.
Un campito donde guardar cosas que han pasado y van a pasar.