Decade Reflection

The end of the year is coming up and all I can think about is how I’m getting older and that time is moving quicker. As I reflect on my past ten years I think about the people who have come into my life and made an impact on me. I also look back on the difficult times that made me the person I am today.

Life hasn’t been easy, though, every struggle along the way has made me appreciate the things I’ve gotten. I never really announce the the world my accomplishments or show off. I guess I was never really proud of myself because I didn’t think it was enough. I always felt like I could do more and that somehow someway the world wouldn’t be impressed.

I talk about it many times in my past posts, I always cared what people said and if people spoke about me. I don’t know if that is some cultural thing because of the way I was raised. Like my mother saying “don’t behave that way because of such and such.” Maybe that was it, though, I cared too much. I was embarrassed of expressing myself and being out there because I didn’t want to tarnish some reputation my family had, if they had one.

I’ve always been reserved, quiet, and to myself. Not really putting myself out there. Keeping myself closed from things. I had this idea that if something was meant to come into your life it would come. Though, as I grew older I soon realized that if I am not open to anything, nothing in my life would happen. Life would simply be meaningless and boring.

Becoming Independent

Independent to me means: working, making big life decisions on your own, going places you never been.

Ever since I was younger I began helping my parents make difficult decisions, or simply make my own. When I was in my second year of college I found out I was pregnant and so I remember it being a difficult time for me. Quitting the university was never an option for me, I knew I was going to finish despite whatever people said about me.

I felt like I brought shame into my family because I would be a single mother. My parents had me on this pedestal and so they always made me feel like I always had to make right decisions. They still do. It sucks. But I figured it out on my own. They eventually came around and accepted me and my unborn child.

My pregnancy wasn’t easy, emotionally, it was difficult. And labor was brutal. I had an emergency C-Section because my daughter was wrapped around her umbilical cord and wasn’t able to breathe. I also was losing consciousness and don’t remember more about it. But, we both lived.

The most difficult time was after child labor when I went through postpartum depression. I didn’t want to acknowledge that something was wrong and I was so good at hiding my emotions. But, I was seriously miserable. I felt alone, and sometimes didn’t even want to hold my daughter. I felt like I wasn’t good enough or even knew how to love her. Then I began to hate myself.

After seeking help I started to progress to do better. I was able to learn on how to acknowledge my emotions and I did improve.

As I look back on my sad days, difficult days, happy days, and my entire decade I am proud of where I am today. Some days are difficult, but that’s life unfortunately. I just have to keep working harder on doing what I want.

A New Decade

As a new year approaches us, I look forward to see where I will be going. This time, I will not set up expectations and goals. Instead, I’ll take things day by day, learn to moderate things, and try to go places I never been. The upcoming years are full of exciting new opportunities to learn new things, make new memories, and just grow as a person.

If you’ve read up to here, I appreciate you and wish you a wonderful holiday season. May the new year be exciting and wonderful to you. I’ve been a bit busy with work, but I hope to catch you before the new year.

XOXO,
Zayra

Life is Bananas (aka life of z)

Hey friend,
About a few weeks ago I started a little experiment of my life in a week where I wanted to capture my daily life through a series of photos. Whether it was random things I saw or things that inspired me. And honestly, it didn’t work for me. I always forgot to take photos and I felt more inspired through my words rather than through an image. As we know, it’s quite difficult to capture stories through a lens. Or simply, I don’t have an eye for it.

However, I felt like I am more of a story teller through my writings. Ironically, I am awful at updating my blog with stories… Anyway, the point is that life is always changing and so are people.

When you try something out and it doesn’t work for you it’s okay to change your mind about it. Life isn’t perfect. Life is always unstable and unexpected. It will take you through places you don’t want to be. Bearable or unbearable, life will put you through the best and worst situations and it is up to us to make the best out of it.

i am a writer

I will never not love to write. I shall proclaim, I am a writer!

I write for myself and for those who stumble upon my work and can relate to my stories. My work isn’t professional, it’s personal as all things should be. Getting to know people and such… I enjoy a nice long chat with people, connecting and learning their stories. Seeing people for who they are and what they yearn for.

Life is bananas, I have so many interests and am always trying to take up new hobbies. But that’s life. If we didn’t do anything what is the point of it? There is so much to try and so much to learn. Why sit around doing nothing all day?

(okay, you can totally binge watch your favorite shows!)

Anyway, this blog. is a mess, an actual representation of my brain. One day I’m all about cooking, the next it’s about the beauty of painting, coloring, reading, knitting, etc… I will never not just write about one thing because there is SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT!

LIFE. IS. SHORT. LET’S. GO.

see you next time, thank you for reading. love you…

XOXO,
z

Life of Z: Week 1

Hey there!
I hope you are doing well! You could call me the queen of procrastination because I never write, or put it aside… haha well. I just keep getting caught up in my life. My anxiety and always making excuses for myself. Like I just want to live and enjoy.

The other day I posted a photo of myself for World Mental Health Day, because I know there are a lot of people out there who suffer. Quietly, too. I am for sure one of those people. In this photo I captured myself feeling happy. And I try to look at it when I am feeling all anxious and unhappy.

So I wanted to try something new. I am the type of person to try many things in hopes of finding peace with my anxiety and hoping to find happiness along the way. I want to capture my everyday life with a photo. Whether it is of myself or something that makes me smile. I want to be more proactive for myself, to remind myself to be happy and enjoy life.

So here’s my first week, with just few photos.

Michelle being all cute at the pumpkin patch!
A photo of me taken by my daughter

I look forward to doing this!
Take care, XOXO

Overcoming Fears

Hello!
I hope you’re doing well. I can’t believe that June is almost over, summer in SOCAL has been gloomy and honestly, nice. I guess I’m one of those people who thrives in cold weather or cool weather (INSERT SUNGLASSES EMOJI). Haha, just kidding, we are all cool.

So, anxiety has been manageable and luckily enough I really have been feeling great these days. I know I sound repetitive, but it’s a method I use to remind myself that all things in life are doable, manageable. About a year or two ago I remember being so stuck in this dark cloud and found no joy in anything. I was scared to even go out for a while and my anxiety would not let me live. This past month I gave myself doable intentions.

I kept reminding myself to LIVE and enjoy + embrace the things that came along. Sure, there are hundreds of reasons to panic, but I didn’t allow myself to fall victim to my own enemies. So here’s what I did.

I Learned to Swim

I’m one of those adult kids who never learned to swim. Scratch that, I’m one of those adult kids who is was afraid to swim in the water. Something so natural that should instantly kick into gear when you jump in a pool right? I can’t remember exactly when this fear began, but I was at least 13 years old and I really wanted to swim. I was just so afraid. I do remember that a lot of it had to do with my own insecurities and my anxiety telling me I couldn’t do it.

Here’s the thing though, it’s not true. If I truly believed in myself I knew I could over come this fear. And, I did.

As I visited my aunt who has a nice pool in her backyard this past weekend, I glanced over at her pool as I always did when I came to visit. It was as if the pool, the water called for me. Yet, every single time I found an excuse to not get in. Not this time. While part of me still said, “no you can’t swim.” The other half, logical, said, “get in, don’t think about it and just do it.”

I stepped in, feet first, “it’s so cold” I told myself. And then I went all in. I was still in the shallow part of the pool so I can stand up completely. I got used to the temperature and then I started thinking about all the videos and things I’ve read on how to swim. Head up, push myself off the ground, move my legs and arms. Before you know it, I was doing it. I was swimming. I was a little scared naturally, but I kept doing it until I was tired.

Honestly, I know I still need more practice, but I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Sure, it was just learning to swim, but there is such a larger and deeper meaning to all of this. I am at a place where I feel confident in myself. I know I can do things and I’m not afraid to do them. When I felt like I was sinking a little bit, I pushed myself up as I always do when something in life brings me down. This was simply a physical representation of how much of a better place I am at with myself.

I’m not afraid to be me, I’m not afraid of my insecurities. I am capable of anything, just as you and everyone else is. Life will always come with its overbearing, tiresome, and difficult times. Though we must all sought out the good in things. We must let ourselves live. And we may surprise ourselves with things we didn’t already know…..

XOXO,
Zayra

Love and Health

Hello!
I hope it’s been good for you. January was neverending and much busier than the holidays! I didn’t know that was possible.

Welcome to February where the flowers beging to bloom, the air and seasons are Changing rapidly and there’s love in the air!

Last year I wrote a post about how love should be celebrated everyday and not specifically for one day! I still believe that we should love one another and spread the love every day we live.

Spread love for someone special, a loved one, but mostly love for yourself. As 2018 was quickly ending I made it a goal for myself to love myself, learn healthier habits, and simply grow as a person. I’m not going to lie, it’s been difficult. Its not a mathematical problem where you spend some time and figure it out but it’s more than just numbers. It take days, weeks, and even months to get to a place where you want to be. However, it takes sacrifice and hard work to achieve success or even a personal goal.

My ultimate goal for the new year is to lose weight and be a healthier version of myself physically and mentally. So I have been trying a different approach to it and not looking at it as if there’s an end game or goal weight. I believe that diets are so absurd and sometimes very unhealthy. And with my experience in the past I found that they’re mostly temporary. Instead, my goal is to look at this goal in another way and just work on the foundation to being healthy.

Since the new year began I have been keeping track of my steps on a fitness watch. Walking around everywhere and finding a reason to be on my feet other than when I’m at work! I stated that having a dog is really awesome because you can just take them for a walk, but really you’re walking yourself haha..

My biggest struggle is food.

I love to eat. I live for it. I love cooking and baking and man I have a huge sweet tooth. Truly the biggest thing in the way of being healthy is the way I handle food and my relationship with it.
Either I overeat in one sitting or eat so little that I’ll eat badly later on in the day. It’s often hard to find an in between and balance. I have found that planning ahead is a huge deal.

Though, sometimes, you just need to be strict on yourself. I need to take care of my self and care about what I use to fuel my body. It’s hard, but I will work on being better at it. Strict doesn’t necessarily mean to be hard on yourself. Since February is the month of love you need to appreciate yourself and mainly take care of yourself. Build a loving relationship with the person you are and the person you want to be. Build a relationship that is loving in the end with the way you see food.

Until then,
Much love.
-zayra

Life After the University

Hello friends, 

Today’s post is much different from my others. It’s more of a rant than a story about growth and such forth. While I always try to remain positive in my life about things because I firmly believe that good things come when you work hard and try to be a good person. Call me naive if you’d like, but I really do believe it.

I have a strong work ethic and am always trying to learn as I go. I take every opportunity I get as a learning experience. Whether it is a rejection or opportunity I put myself out there to the universe. 

So in the past year I completed my education in Communications, I enjoyed it very much and I knew from the beginning that it wasn’t going to be an easy career choice. I learned from my professors and enjoyed every opportunity that the University had to offer. However, reality struck and everything sank in that I really didn’t have anywhere to go…

I would ask myself if I made the right decision? But, I loved my education and the focus of my study so much. I wanted to get out there and learn more! I knew I needed to stop doubting myself because only I can guide my life path right?? 

Or so I believe, well you know how in life sometimes hardships just kind of like to get in the way of things? Yep. That’s my life. 

Perhaps, I’m simply a terrible decision maker.

At 19 years old I found myself pregnant. I didn’t let that stigma define me. I continued with my education. I stayed up and studied hard. I cried a lot too. (Could of been the hormones LOL). 

Anyway, I did my education for myself and my daughter because I wanted to show her that no matter what life threw at you, you just catch it and go with it! Make the best damn life you could because we only get one!

Flash forward to today, I know that when you finish school you won’t get the job of your dreams immediately. Unless you’re in one of those RomCom movies where the girl who always had bad luck was suddenly struck with good luck…

Life doesn’t “always” work that way, sometimes it’ll be years before you find the perfect job or profession. But, that’s not the point of this story of mine.

This rant is about the high expectations and standards employers have. 

When doing hours of searching through different Job sites and even company websites I always find all these crazy requirements or MUST experience in order to be considered for the position. Such as: must have 3-4 years of experience in social media. And these are all for entry-level and even internship opportunities. 

I understand that companies don’t want to spend their time or money on people who don’t have experience, but like how is one supposed to get experience if employers don’t take a chance on them! It genuinely sucks.  

This is not a sob story though, I’m just writing to let the universe know that I will not stop trying. I will keep applying and they could reject me all they want! I will keep trying because I know that something good will come. 
Until then, I will keep writing. I will keep telling my stories. And I will still look at the good things I have in life. 

I’ll keep in touch!
XOXO
-Zayra

Creativity

Hello, my friends,

I hope you’re doing well! I definitely have been caught up with life and getting sidetracked from creativity.

In my last post, I told you my intentions for the month of November and I have been challenging myself to keep myself working on them. It has been a challenging task to get myself to do the assignments that I make for myself… Let me tell you why though.

During the month of October, I was struck with an opportunity to write. This opportunity arrived when I was struck by creativity. You know that imagination, ideas or whatever you want. The ideas for writing purposely arrived in me. And I had to catch them. I envision this moment as I am writing on paper like a butterfly catcher with a net. Except. I was catching words onto my notebook. They were words for my blog and words for my idea book. I felt like I was on fire and I needed to catch them all. I needed to write word for word onto my notebook. And the ideas and creativity would not stop for one moment. I would find myself in the shower and BOOM… Creativity was right there.

Here is the thing about creativity though, it simply does not wait around for you to decide when it is the best time to welcome it. It comes and then it goes.

As Elizabeth Gilbert writes in Big Magic, “If inspiration is allowed to unexpectedly enter you, it is also allowed to unexpectedly exit you.”

That is what happened. I was riding creativity like a horse sprinting through a meadow and then we were abruptly stopped when we lost a sense of direction. And ever since then, we have been lost. We are lost, but not in a bad way.

Today, however, I ran into creativity and inspiration. Which guided me through writing these words. Because I want them to keep coming to me so that I have wonderful stories to tell and that I could share the things I love to do with you.

When I started this blog I had the intention to share the good, bad, and in between. I want to always be candid and real because all we ever do on social media is pretend we are someone we are not.

If you have been following me for a while you know that my blog is always changing and that is because of myself. I am always changing, always trying to be a better person, always trying to learn something new, trying to find my own happiness and grow.

So if you are ever confused about what my blog is about it is of all the things I love, my stories, my life. Me.

 

Please, I hope you enjoy my stories and continue coming back to me. I have so much to share.

Love,

Zayra

XOXO