Thursday, September 25, 2014

Redefining M


I’ve always had low self-esteem growing up. It was no big deal. I conquered it eventually. I was no great beauty and had always been one of the boys. I was made fun of by some in school, and I supposed I should be grateful for that because it had hardened my shell. Who didn’t have it hard in school? I like watching high school themed shows because it reflected how I once felt about myself. And the heroine’s successes become my successes. No matter how beautiful you are or how plain, how intelligent or not so intelligent, how sure or unsure – the earlier years of life defines who you are to yourself. It stays with you until a certain point when you decide to reinvent.

Life is just that. There are a lot of opportunities for reinvention. In my high school yearbook my photo caption says something about how I constantly try to reinvent myself. So, I supposed that had been me. That was how I was defined. I relentlessly formulate ways to transform. In the past I indulge in makeovers because I thought it would work wonders to my confidence. But now, I just do it for fun. At this point of my life, I think I have a very good grasp of who I truly am.

Because I already know who I am, I put myself out there and asked people on Facebook if they can define me in one word. Some words have actually taken me by surprise. I always thought I was shy and uncomfortable around new people, and yet I was described as gregarious. I always thought I was too scared to try new things and yet adventurous, bold and fierce are in there. I don’t think I inspire, but I say thanks to Laura (she is familyJ) who thinks so. My favorites are warm and gentle soul. I thank you all – for showing me a side of me that I do not see, the side where I present to you.

And so I once again trek this road of redefinition. It is not for purpose of building or rebuilding self-respect or all other things that would empower me as a person. This is simply one of my many shifts. In my thirties I was defined as a mother and a wife. Because that was the phase I became one. I married my husband and became a mother at thirty two. And through that decade it was when I was trying to live it and conquer it. I could never be an expert in being a wife or in motherhood, but I lived it and I know it like I know what happens in the moon at five o’clock – no idea! 

I am still happily married, and my son is just an amazing ball of sweetness, kindness and humor. So I suppose to this point with that I am a success. Alleluia!

I have recently entered a new decade, and I thought about who I want to be during this phase. I sure want to be a mother again at some point – and I leave that all to God. But then what else – I want to be defined more about who I am, and not because of other people in my life. I want to a student again, or my own person again, as an individual that stands out, a writer, an actress, a teacher, an artist, a mentor, a dancer. I want to liberate the creative monster within, and unleash the power of fulfilling dreams I call mine.

This is a process, and I am sure I will not have an idea who I am or what I have become until this phase is over. But it’s the journey that makes reinvention fun.  It’s like trying out an orange lipstick in Washington D.C. during winter. You just make sure that  you know you are standing out – because at the end of the day what matters is not what other people define you as ,what’s truly  important  is  how you positively define yourself. 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

A Misplaced Dream


I have somehow misplaced my dream. It doesn't mean I am not happy. It just means that at some point in life I have lost the desire to reach it. It is not a sin. It is not bad either. I don’t think it’s a mistake, unless I make it one. Life happened. And what a marvelous life it was, and still is.

I will soon turn forty-one, I think I still have time. But then again time is relative. We do not know what the future holds. And so, as luck may have it, as I was sitting around and trying to figure out what’s next – my dream has reappeared before me.

Hidden underneath my soul, my desire to write had been rediscovered. Not that I believe I am a remarkable author, but then again it’s my dream. And if I dream to write, then I should pursue it with my heart. I shouldn’t let my insecurities get the better of me, because how would I truly know if I do not try.

And so I venture on this quest – with a friend giving me some inspiration – and started tapping away. I read my first draft, and it’s horrible. Do I stop there? Or should at least give it a chance and see where it goes?

Write what you know, and the feelings and the right words that go along with it will eventually flow, that’s what my husband says. Write three pages a day, or thirty minutes, just write and write and write. It’s my art. I will later have the chance to perfect it, I tell myself. But if I do not write, I will never really know, never ever know, if my dream is just that – a dream.

I journey today with my life in words and share with you my ups and downs, my struggles in hopefully making that dream come true. Wish me luck!