I used to love Mondays. Like, me and Monday were long-lost summer camp BFFs who braided each others' hair and wrote K.I.T. in each others' photo albums. ⛺️ But then something happened...and I don't know what. I started to dread Mondays, like pull the cover over my head d.r.e.a.d. 😣 It was so unlike me and for weeks I couldn't shake my funk. 🌩 So I decided to make Monday Changes: I worked from a new location, I started working out in the morning, I stopped taking meetings or photo shoots on Mondays. ☀️ Basically, I protected my heart. Whatever was dragging me down was moved completely away from Mondays. 📆 And you wanna know what? EVERYTHING CHANGED. 🌈 Me and Monday are back to kicking arse, and enjoying the flow, not the funk. 🧘🏽♀️ If you have Changes to recommend to help falling more in love with Mondays, can you leave them here? 💕 I'm certain it'll help more than just me.
If he was 26 years younger, you’d think we were twins. We think, talk, and yes, even walk the same. 👯♂️ I suppose that’s how my dad always stayed one step ahead of me as a kid. He knew I held in my tears when I fell in front of strangers. He knew I lied about curfew. He knew I punished myself for not earning extra scholarships for college. 🙋🏽♂️ All those years he was there, waiting with his brown hand extended, ready to pull me from the isolation. 🙏🏽 Yesterday at the beach my dad took my hand and pulled me toward the ocean. I said NO, I’m not going in the freezing water...I’m not going to get tossed by the roaring waves. 🌊 Listen JB, he said, you’ll be fine. He called me by my childhood nickname. 🙇🏽♀️ And in that second, I my muscles relaxed because I remembered who I was when I held his hand. 🙋🏽♀️ I was brave, whole, and safe. More than anything, when his fingers laced around mine, I felt loved. 💕 They dared us to jump into the freezing water, my mom and sisters heckling us from the sand. 🗣 But I think they forgot who they were talking to. Me and my dad? We’re basically twins and when we hold each other’s hands, we’re invincible. ⚡️ Happy Father’s Day, papi. Te amo y gracias por todo lo que soy.
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.
Scrolling down my Instagram feed is what I consider my morning walk. WHAT?? My thumb is getting exercise. 👍🏼 Speaking exercise, I'm going to try a new trampoline workout this week. No lie. A trampoline. Just the thought of it makes me hoppy. 😆 What workouts are you loving these days?