Thoughts

I’m back! (And I’m Better)

A sincere apology to all of you who actually keep up with my blog because I have been on a little hiatus post grad. Where did I go? Well.. the main reason I’ve been MIA is because I didn’t have a laptop. The computer I was using was loaned to me through Saint Peter’s so I had to part ways with it. BUT, I finessed real quick and bought myself a new Mac. (No I’m not rich, I just spend money like I am). That’s a different story though.

I strongly encourage all of my fellow artists to find the time to write, read, sing or whatever it is that makes you happy. I know we’ve all got lives and sometimes it feels overwhelming to try to sit down and get a hold on your thoughts, but trust me you’ll be glad you did. My problem is, I wake up check my phone for any new notifications and then I get sucked into the realm of the inter webs. One minute I’m scrolling through Instagam and then I realize I’ve been browsing all my social media repeatedly for 3 hours.. Talk about a waste of time. Yes, I love keeping up with my friends and watching random slime videos but I need to draw the line somewhere. That’s why I’m sitting here typing this. I’m in the process of figuring out what’s important to me.

What’s happened since my 3 month hiatus? I graduated. WOO! Do I have a job lined up? No. Does that mean I’m a failure? No, because I have a job currently and I’m making silent moves. I’m working 3 days a week now.. not four. So I really have no excuses left except myself. I’m going to Ireland next week. Don’t worry, I’ll write about it (I promise).

I know it seems like I’m bouncing around here with this post but that’s just how my brain works. Since my work shifts have changed I definitely have ample time to write, create, and organize these thoughts of mine.

I hope this post encourages you to do something! No more choosing negativity and pessimism. Choose happiness. Or don’t, it’s your world!

Expect posts from me on Mondays & Fridays. Thank you all for following my little blog, seriously it means a lot. 🙂

Travel

Last Night at the Met

When you have someone that agrees to go to the Metropolitan Opera with you I advise that you keep them! Two nights ago I got all dolled up or in other words I put on the nicest dress I own with a good pair of heels and made my way to Lincoln Center with my handsome date.

Going to the opera is definitely an experience everyone should have at least once in their lifetime. My experience was a rather funny one and here’s why:

First and foremost I have to give a general warning to everyone reading. WARNING: Do not and I repeat DO NOT drink a full bottle of water and then a glass of rosé before the performance. To my demise I did both these things and not even ten minutes into the program my bladder was fighting against me. Ladies and gentlemen keep in mind this was my first opera so I was unaware of all the rules you need to abide by. I get up from my seat and leave my coat, wallet, and phone with my date. Trust me if I could have held it in I would have but my bladder plays zero games. Upon exiting the house the usher asks me if I was leaving. I told her I was only going to the restroom and I would be right back. She then tells me she doesn’t know when the next break is for her to let me back in. This puzzled me a little but my urge to pee was too strong so I said it was fine and made my way to the restroom. Once the deed was done I made my way back to the door I exited from and realized there were no handles on it. No way back in. I thought to myself ‘Okay the next break has to be in ten minutes or so’, wrong. I soon found out the intermission was not for another 40 minutes. Not only did I not have a phone to contact Philip (my date) and tell him what had happened but I didn’t even have money to buy a drink!

I feel like things of this nature happen so often in my life that at this point all I do is laugh. I was locked out for the whole 40 minutes and decided to watch the program from the Orchestra floor. On this floor there was a room designated for people like me who were late or locked out too. When intermission finally rolled around I traveled back upstairs and saw a distressed Philip waiting for me. I explained what happened to me and we both laughed it off. After intermission was over we watched the second act of Rigoletto and then left during the next intermission for our dinner reservations. All things considered, it was a fun experience the entire cast was very talented and I feel lucky to have been apart of it. The opera is definitely a good excuse to dress up fancy.

Here are some pictures I took, the Metropolitan Opera House is nothing short of exquisite.

 

Thoughts

It’s 2017.. Stop Saying “That’s Gay”

This piece was written by me for my school newspaper, The Pauw Wow, but I felt I needed to share it with you guys too!

Around two weeks ago I was in class when one of my peers said something along the lines of, “I hope he’s not doing that because that looks/is gay and that’s not cool”. You know what’s not cool? Homophobic slurs. Come on people, it is 2017 and individuals are still throwing around inappropriate shade?

I am a Hispanic woman with a ‘straight’ sexual preference. Does this mean that I think I am superior to all other relationships because it’s between a male and female? No, it does not. People of planet Earth I have a news flash for you: love is love. You are free to love whomever you desire and this is the greatest thing life has to offer.

My classmate is unaware that his/her words can inflict serious wounds on the surrounding public. This person did not consider the fact that someone else in the class very well could have a different sexual preference than him/her. For this person to cast his/her feelings as correct is insensitive.

Now more than ever  America needs love. Making others feel inferior based on their sexual preference should be a thing of the past. I believe we should appreciate the differences between all of us. Everyone has the right to choose the relationship or partner they want to choose.

One of my favorite campaigns is the NOH8 campaign. The campaign is a photographic silent protest created by celebrity photographer Adam Bouska and partner Jeff Parshley in direct response to the passage of Proposition 8. Their mission is to promote love, acceptance, and respect for all human beings will continue in pursuit of #NOH8Worldwide.

Time has passed since Proposition 8 was approved. In fact, on June 26th, 2015 the Supreme Court declared same-sex marriage legal in all 50 states across the United States. On this date I felt overwhelmed with joy for all those who could now legally marry the love of their life.

I hope my classmate reads this and hopefully will take from this a reevaluation of his/her actions towards others. This person’s identity is irrelevant and I want the readers to be aware that I want to stress the notion of hate that was being emitted.

As of lately I see more and more hate crimes on a local and national level. We need not forget that our differences make us the blended country that we are. It’s so much easier to love something than to hate it, love is the easiest thing in the world. We shouldn’t shame others for being of a different ethnicity, color, or orientation. We are all a part of the human race. We all bleed red.

Travel

8 Hour Layover

I planned a trip to visit my dear cousin, Celeste,  in Washington state. When booking my flight I realized I made a major mistake. I booked a flight that was not flying directly to my destination. Instead it had two stops. The first stop was Chicago, Illinois for five hours and the next stop was Phoenix, Arizona for another 3 hours and then I would reach my final destination. Most people would see two stops and freak out. My first thought was to consider myself lucky because I’d never been to either of the places listed. Of course I’m going to make the best out of a crappy situation!

Fast forward to when I arrived at Chicago O’hare Airport. It was a relatively quick flight from Newark, New Jersey to Chicago. Overall I was in good spirits. Then the thought crept up in my mind again… Five hours to go… F i v e H o u r s… This is when anxiety snuck up on me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay in the airport for that long. Sure, I love people img_4023watching but not for five hours straight.

I went over to the directory and saw that there was an earlier flight out to Phoenix. This flight was scheduled to depart 40 minutes then and a good five hours earlier than. To be frank, I figured Phoenix was a safer (and warmer) place to travel alone. I walked to the assistance counter and asked the woman wearing a welcoming smile if there was any possible chance I could be on the next flight to Arizona. To my joy I was able to get a seat on the flight (a window seat at that !!). A quick 3 hours later and I was looking out my window to pink desert sand.

Of course I don’t know anyone in Arizona  so getting picked up from the airport was out of the question. Nor did I have the slightest idea what I was going to do for the next 8 hours but I seeing the mountains from my plane was enough for me. Fortunate for myself, I was equipped with an iPhone and Siri gave some great suggestions. map

I decided to go to Desert Botanical Garden. It was ten minute drive from the airport. Naturally, I took an Uber. Special shout out to my driver Larry, he was very friendly and offered all his knowledge on the background of Phoenix. The garden itself was absolutely beautiful. You can see from the figure on the right how far it expands. I spent hours there admiring all the cacti and everything else they eye could see. If you ever find yourself in Phoenix definitely check this place out!

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