U n N u e v o M e s , U n N u e v o R e t o


Happy Tuesday and welcome to my first post on this new page, A Xicana's Journey. I've decided to create a new page because I need a fresh start, a new beginning, and a good way to do that is to start over, fresh. A lot has happened within the last two years (heart breaks, family, work) that made it impossible to make time to write, but now that I'm moving things around in my life, I will have time.

I have been stuck for so long that I have forgotten how to fight; fight for myself, for others, and for change. That's one of the reasons I've decided to come back to writing, to remind me who I am, to remind me why I was placed on Earth for. 

New Month, New Goal. The reason that I chose this title is because for a long time I wasted time worried about things that were out of my control rather than focusing on what I can control, my future. Rather than putting my life on hold, I've decided to do something and focus on me. It's a challenge for me to face because I'm not selfish in a sense that I worry about others than myself. But like a wise person told me, I can't help others if I don't help myself, so that's what I'm doing. 

For this month and the upcoming months I will work on each aspect of my life that I need working on, first my spiritual self, to be more closer to GOD, second my health (physical and mental), third my career ( going back to school) and finally organization in my personal life (dating, etc...). It will be tough but I'll fight to get my life back. 

Life is a journey and it's about growing and changing and coming to terms with who and what you are and loving who and what you are. - Kelly Gillis
This picture represents the first day of change and shouting out to the winds that I'm ready. I'm not ashamed in admitting this but I've been afraid of change, of leaving what is comfortable and taking a risk. I guess I didn't want to let go of the things that made me happy in the past. But now, I don't care anymore, I'm tired and frustrated with myself for allowing time and strength be wasted on unnecessary weight. I'm ready for this new journey that I'm about to begin, 

Doesn't matter how many times you fall, what matters how many times you get up and get going... 

Change begins today...


The journey of this Chicana continues... 




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