Es un nuevo día, yey

Bueno, me asomo hoy porque seguramente en mi cerebro todos los elemento quimicos --sean endorfinas, serotonina or whatever-- están mejor balanceados que antier.

Hoy estoy tranquila, trabajando con gusto, agradecida y bendecida por estar viva. No quiero dejar ni vestigios de mi actitud negativa anterior. Borrón y cuenta nueva, puesnn. Que lo sepa el universo.

Sea la paz.

Sea la salud.

Sea la vida.

Margarita

Estoy de terapia..

Hoy estoy encabronada. Qué rico soltarme una mala palabra por este medio, uno tan cortés, tan “corporativo”. Lo peor del asunto es que ni sé por qué. Me siento toda atufada y desquerida, la que les vale madres a los demás.

Claro, mi inteligencia natural, que, amigos, no es poca, me dice que esto es falso y lo entiendo y acepto, pero tons, qué chingaos hago con este enojo in crescendo, con estas ganas de romper algo, de rayársela a alguien, de hacer trizas, añicos, de hacer mierda algo.

Estoy destructiva y necesita de mimos y cariñitos, así sean fingidos. Hoy sí no me siento joven.

Margarita

You're expecting WHAAT?

"What do you mean? I have to see you fall and help you walk? I knew you were going to be in a wheel chair for some time , but I never expected the cane to be long-term. Give me a break! You're my mommy, you're supposed to do for me and not I for you. At least not right now, I'm only 10! I was very scared Friday when I saw you fall to your knees and it was just you and me, and all these strangers had to intervene and help you get up and sit you down while you were shaking and all clammy. And then you had your little emotional meltdown at the mall, and you were expecting me to WHAT? Hug and comfort you? I was still trying to adjust to my realization that you cant' do it all, like before, that you are weak, and come undone easily. You want me to name feelings? How about fear, dissapointment, anger? It's a good thing I'm not 2, but 10. What would you have done then, if you had had your stroke eight years ago when I was just a toddler? What would you have expected of me then?"

These are things I think my daughter thinks when I have my occasional falls.

Let's move on and have a great week!
Margarita

Here I am

And well, here I am. I have tons of stuff I've written in Spanish and that mentally I've been organizing in sections for "when I do my blog." Now, I realize that will take time. Oh well! Isn't that the story of our lives?

Time. time.

This brings me to my definition of being rich or wealthy. The day that I don't have to sell 40 weekly hours of my life and still maintain a comfortable lifestyle and claim my time as mine and mine alone. That, to me, is wealth. This is when you can call me rich.

Who knows. If and when I get there, what if I just waste my most precious resource being a slob an d a good for nothing. Oh, the horror!

Ah, the blessings of a J-O-B

Margarita