Like The Moon

I’ll forever be entranced by the moon’s beauty.

How mighty her gravitational pull is for everything and everyone on earth.

We don’t question the moon’s many phases.

In fact, we celebrate them. We study them.

Her cycle pushes and pulls the energies.

They close old doors and welcome new beginnings.

She has taken many hits, leaving craters that can be seen from miles away.

But still, she is delicate yet potent.

Oh, to be loved like the moon…

Accepted through all my many stages and cycles.

But more importantly…

To love myself like I love the moon.

She can’t be full at all times, but we know her power.

The moon’s energy is still present, even at her lowest.

She’s picture perfect in every stage.

That is my wish for you – accept yourself in every stage of the journey.

Give yourself grace and see yourself like you see the moon.

The Hermit

Detached trying to find the meaning of life is when I reconnected with myself.

A reunion that could only take place in complete solitude.

To know what your heart truly desires, you must first know who you are as an individual.

So, I chose to fall in love with the silence.

I chose to look within rather than out.

I chose to be selective with my time.

I gave myself the freedom to reevaluate and question everything.

The greatest revelation: being alone does not mean lonely.

I found that the company of myself is the most peaceful solace I know.

Lose Control

Finally, the white flag has been raised.

It’s time to surrender and humbly accept defeat.

The inner war is over.

Let go of the desire and need to control every outcome.

Relax. It’s okay to just let things be and stand still in the moment.

Overthinking, forcing, and trying to command every aspect of your life will ironically block what’s trying to make its way to you.

Don’t get in the way of yourself.

Let go of the obsessive need to control.

Trust that things are meant to play out the way they’re supposed to.

Words Are Spells

The power of words are underrated.

Our words are spells we put out into the universe.

We speak things into existence without even realizing it.

Our words can protect our desires, or harm them.

Often, we unknowingly speak fear and doubt into our plans, and the universe follows our lead.

Claim your blessings confidently as if they have already happened.

Speak it into existence and watch it work in your favor.

Never forget how powerful your words are.

Perspective

What you choose to focus on becomes your reality.

Flip the switch and see how fast things change.

I have everything I need, and everything I want is en route.

What’s for me will never pass me.

Trust in the “not now,” “not this,” or just flat out, “no.”

My cup is always full, even when it is half empty.

Not everything deserves a reaction, I can only control my own actions.

The love I give will always make its way back to me.

Happiness is a choice, and I’m choosing it.

2023

Dear 2023,

Hands down, you were the best year yet.

I would’ve never thought this year would play out the way it did, but damn am I grateful for it all.

You were full of surprises.

You proved to me that the answers to most of my problems could be found within.

You opened my eyes to see that happiness is a choice, and it’s all about perspective.

You told me to trust my intuition, and damn did it restore my trust in divine timing.

You reminded me that the opinion I have of myself is all that matters.

You encouraged me to take advantage of everything life has to offer, for I’m only this young once.

You forced me to stop watering what is dead.

You gave me a glimpse of what I can be if I continue to work on myself.

But most importantly, you brought me back to me.

2023, you will forever be the year I decided to choose myself.

Tatay’s Tree

We put up your Christmas tree as a family this year.

A tradition I’m forcing on everyone for the sake of your memory and red velvet cake.

How odd it was to see your tree somewhere other than your house.

This tree has witnessed many of our Sunday dinners and celebrations throughout the years.

We used all of your original ornaments which are still intact.

When I looked closer, I couldn’t help but laugh.

There are so many things on that tree where you’ve left your mark.

Why are the glass ornaments being held up by bread twist ties?

And why did you have so many bread twist ties readily available?

I thought the star that lives on top of the tree was broken, the foam on the top and bottom were split through by plastic leaves.

Only to think it through and know you definitely did it on purpose to make it look like a shooting star.

You were so particular with everything, I know there are no accidents made on that tree.

For the first time since you’ve left, it’s actually starting to feel a lot like Christmas…

Blank Pages

There’s something so satisfying about new stationery.

The blank crisp pages are just waiting to be written on.

And we are the writers – in complete control of our own destiny.

If only you knew the journey it took to actually live by that.

I pick up my pen, excited to have the free will to write my own story.

For the first time ever, the lack of a step-by-step plan doesn’t scare me.

How liberating it is to know that life can be whatever I want it to be.

The new plan is to not force a plan.

It is written only because I decided to write it.

12/11/23

We say, “Free Palestine.”

They claim anti-Semitism.

We post, “Free Palestine.”

They say we are uninformed.

We march peacefully chanting, “Free Palestine.”

They label you a threat.

No matter what, your alliance with Palestine will always be a problem.

For the freedom fighters in Palestine who are begging to be heard…

We hear you.

Today, we tried to show the world what solidarity can do.

Wish Them Well

I’ve learned that I will never win if I match animosity with animosity.

Because in the end, I’ve always just dimmed my own light.

I refuse to let the actions of others ever get the best of me.

I refuse to let someone else’s character take me out of mine.

I refuse to have my heart tainted holding onto grudges of the past.

Some people are not meant to be in every chapter of your book.

Regardless, no one will ever have to question where they stand with me.

Never will I ever wish ill will on anyone – even if I am not met with that same kindness.

Wish them well anyways.