Solo para Mujeres Extraordinarias

Solo para Mujeres Extraordinarias

Madre Teresa de Calculta

March 23, 2017

Siempre ten presente que la piel se arruga,

el pelo se vuelve blanco,

los días se convierten en años...

pero lo importante no cambia;

tu fuerza y tu convicción no tienen edad.

Tu espíritu es plumero de cualquier telaraña.

Detrás de cada línea de llegada, hay una de 

partida.

Detrás de cada logro, hay otro desafío.

Mientras estés viva, siéntete via.

Si extrañas lo que hacías, vuelve a hacerlo.

No vivas de fotos amarillas...

Sigue aunque otros esperen que abandones;

no dejes que se oxide el hierro que hay en ti;

Hay que en vez de lástima, te tengan respeto.

Cuando por los años no puedas correr, trota;

Cuando no puedas caminar, usa el bastón;

pero nunca te detengas y en tu carrera

encuentra al Señor.

Always keep in mind that skin wrinkles, hair goes white, days become years...
But the important is not to change; your strength and conviction don't have an age.
Your spirit is any spider-web's glue.
Behind every finishing line there's another one that starts.
Behind every success there's another disappointment.
For the time you're alive, feel alive. If you miss what you were doing go back to doing it.
Don't live off discoloured photos... insist even if everyone expects you to give up.
Don't let the metal within you rust away.
When for old-age you won't be able to run, walk fast.
When you won't be able to walk fast, walk.
When you won't be able to walk, use a stick.
But never give up!

Mother Teresa

A REAL Woman Is NOT just any Woman

A REAL Woman Is NOT just any Woman
March 20, 2017


Any bitch can spend a man's money,
ride in his car, lay in his house,
order off the menu and spread her legs.
But ONLY a REAL woman can help a man
achieve his  goals in life,
support him when he's broke, push him to be
successful, shower him with positive energy,
compliment him on a regular basis and
never kick him while he is down.

Character Is Developed Amidst The Darkness

Character Is Developed Amidst The Darkness 

March 19, 2017-03-19  

By: Gina Yoryet Román

When I was young, I was a rebel with “many causes,” or at least that´s My excuse. Being resentful, sad, confused and bitter at everyone for everything was MY perfect escape to avoid being disciplined. I literally declared war to My world and to everyone who revolved around it. Coming from a large family in which my mother always worked very hard, and much harder at times when she was separated from my father, I want to look back and say that life was always very rosy, but it wasn’t always like that. I would like to say that my upbringing was easy, but it wasn´t. I want to say that I grew up surrounded by love, I did, but not necessarily from one of the most important figures in my blooming years that would mark my existence for many years to come. I want to incline towards deceiving myself that my rearing created a self-confident little girl, an emotionally stable teenager, and a confident a woman, but the ugly truth is the total opposite. I´d like to acknowledge that my circumstances helped me thrive into what I was to become later in life. I´d like to attest that in my early years I had a clear vision of who and what I was meant to become, but I was afar from that.

Those displeasing random moments in my life brought upon a lot of pain, they were the culprit that shun me from defining my character. Or so I thought when I lacked maturity, when I was too afraid to acknowledge that in my pain was the answer, and that through that misery my character would be defined. Just like Yousuf Karsh said, “Character develops through darkness.” During that darkness in my youth, I stood aloof from my written symbol – my faith and the fundamentals that I would finally learn to stand up for during my early thirties.

I didn’t get the luxury of being walked through life, that is one of the reasons why I was always at a loss until my mid twenties when I rekindled my connection with my faith which would help me deal with my own ghosts, and fight them off for good.

Reflecting upon my early years, it wasn’t all bad, there was always light at the end of the tunnel. As the seventh child in my family, I was always surrounded by one of my greatest gifts – my sisters, and by my most faithful companions, my fear whom I have befriended as I figured it will be my most faithful companion for as long as I shall live. My top shields (books) to protect my soul have been always there, “Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret,” by Judy Blume. When I first read that book (which I still have), I was in elementary school, about the same age as Margaret, the protagonist of this novel. Another one of my shields, “Women That Run With the Wolves, By Clarissa Pinkola Estés, helped me reconcile with certain aspects of my culture. The most important armour is my faith and keeping that alive through daily prayers and self talk regardless of the time and place. Hoc tempore, allio tempore has also been my protection. Just like when I was a young athlete, en un grito desesperado, I always looked for God during all my intense trainings, I still do. I did back then, I still do, and I will always reach out to him to help me reinforce my character because through darkness real character is defined, and only the most resilient minds can withstand the never ending good, bad and ugly conditions in our journey. 

Now I can finally be thankful for even that obscure beginning because even when I didn´t know it, it helped me define the woman I was meant to become - a woman who is guided by her faith. I am no super hero, but I like to tell myself that I am my own hero who saves herself every day through her ABC´s that have clearly defined her character. I am NOT invincible, I stumble and fall every so often, but I bounce right back. Every once in a while, I get to my limits because even super heroes have their limits…yet they are defined by their character, and that character is defined by their conviction that makes them wholesome. 

Still dealing with my own ghosts

Still dealing with my own ghosts
March 5, 2017

I am standing at a crossroad, not knowing what to do, confused as to what approach to take.
I can´t help but contemplate my own mental and physical setbacks. Many times I want to tell my body, "ENOUGH with the injury excuse!" But nature is so wise and timely.
I don't know if my body will ever be the same, probably NOT! Therefore, I have to make the best of what I have. The only thing is sometimes I want to throw in the towel, I don't want to know consistency, I want to give up persistency, I don't want to face discipline, I want to avoid commitment. But just when I am about to give it all up, my REAL me thrives once again to save myself through my ABC's...

Tomorrow will be a new week, so I choose to keep trying despite my never-ending duel with my toughest opponent. ME!