The New Girl

One month.

Tomorrow I will have been at my new job for a month but it feels like so much longer.

This month has been busy with on-boarding, training events, and hands-on work and it has been absolutely rewarding learning new skills and refining old skills. The coworkers who make up my team are the best group of girls I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing and I feel so lucky to have been given this amazing chance to work with them doing something that brings me complete and utter joy.

The work I do involves working directly with families to discover their familial and individual needs and get them connected to services that can meet those needs. Some families might have more needs than others but the wonderful thing about my job is that every family is treated as equally important

I’ve always sort of known that wherever life led me I wanted to be in a position where I could help people. I would say that I have a very nurturing personality and it shines through in most of what I do. To have a job in which helping children and families is the objective is absolutely rewarding and a dream come true. I know I sound so cheesy right now but I finally feel like life makes sense.

For awhile after I started college I didn’t know what I wanted to do. For a good half of my college career I was torn between my traveling aspirations and my need to feel important in people’s lives or, in essence, the desire to feel needed.

I wanted to join the peace corps and travel to third world countries and teach english to village children and their families. I wanted to go backpacking in rural South American countrysides and play impromptu soccer games with kids in the Sao Paolo favelas.

Basically, I wanted to be Julia Roberts in Eat, Pray, Love.

Life had different plans for me though and that’s OK. I know that now.

It took me almost three years to understand it, but I do now and I’m all the better because of it. My experiences, though not particularly cultured or sophisticated, gave me a better understanding of the type of person I was and wanted to be and they gave me the push I needed to pursue my dreams.

If you would’ve told me a year ago that I would be working with children and their families and helping them better themselves, I probably would have laughed. The me I was a year ago was so blind to the future and so focused on the present. The not so satisfying present… The me I am today has a whole new perspective and appreciation for the future.

I can honestly say that this is the happiest I’ve been in months.

Mia is so happy to have mommy home with her in the afternoons now as well. I can’t believe how much I missed out on when I was working through the evenings. Most days we don’t even do much but just hanging out, watching TV together, reading, and just enjoying each other’s company is so relaxing.

I’m still getting the hang of the whole waking up early thing again so my sleeping schedule has been slightly off kilter but I have every confidence in myself that I will start developing better habits moving forward.

It’s just an exciting time in our lives. I’m excited to see what the next couple of months bring




With great power comes great responsibility…

Growing up is a pain in the rear.

Whoever said it was fun and meant it was seriously deluded because there is nothing fun about added responsibilities, paying bills, and working 40-50 hours a week.

Ever since Mia was born, I’ve been working at a grocery store by my house as a cashier. I’ve known the store manager of the grocery store since I was about 11 because he used to be the store manager at my mom’s store (same chain store). In 2013, a store on the west side of town opened up and they offered him the manager position due to his years of experience and his success as a manager at my mom’s store. He took it and asked my mom and some of her co-workers if they’d want to come and work with him when he opened the new store. My mom wanted to but couldn’t due to the distance but told him I was looking for a job and so he offered me a part time position since he knew Mia was small and I didn’t want to work too many hours (so as not to be away from her too much).

I’ve been working there for almost three years (one year part-time and the last two years full-time) as well as finishing school to get my bachelor’s degree and I finally graduated this April. With only a July class to take, the hunt for a professional job was looming.

I started looking at potential places to apply a little after Mia’s birthday but I kept putting off the actually applying part because I hadn’t updated my resume. For almost 2 weeks I kept that excuse up and recent changes at my job had me feeling only more suffocated and miserable.

Have you ever taken a step back and looked in on your life and analyzed the decisions you’ve made and the decisions you keep making? I felt disappointed in myself for allowing myself to feel so helpless. I felt almost annoyed that I’d left myself feel so helpless. I decided right then that I would stop letting fate take the wheel. I decided right then and there that I’d take the wheel.

About two weeks ago I applied to a company I’d read about and encountered before after I saw that they were hiring. I was hoping I would get a callback but to be completely honest, I didn’t think I would get one.

I’ve always kind of struggled with self esteem issues but it’s something I’ve been trying to work on since having Mia because I don’t want any of my insecurities to rub off on her. It’s definitely hard though because I feel as if these issues have been ingrained in me for so long that sometimes I don’t notice myself succumbing to my inner demons. There’s something to be said for trying though.

Anyways, I received a callback two days after I applied and I was invited to an interview the following day. I was extremely nervous before my interview because I’d only ever had one job interview in my life and that had been over three years ago and it hadn’t gone well. That day I woke up extra early and made myself something to eat and plopped myself in front of my TV to watch an episode of Faking It -that cheesy MTV show about the high schoolers in Texas (MTV is kind of my guilty pleasure).  I had gone to Kohls the night before and picked out two potential outfits and tried them on that morning and opted on khaki dress slacks, a black button up and a simple white necklace. I curled my hair for the first time in a long time and got ready to make the 15 minute drive out to the location where the interview was to take place. I got there with about 20 minutes to spare and called my mom for a last minute pep talk. She didn’t disappoint.

The interview actually went pretty great. I left feeling pretty confident and I told myself that even if I didn’t get the job, I was proud of myself for putting myself out there and attempting to make a change in my life. I got a job offer the very next morning and accepted it that same day. Ecstatic didn’t even begin to describe how I felt when I opened that offer letter. It felt like I was finally winning.

Being an adult is hard. You are expected to have it somewhat together and have an idea of what you want to do in your life. If you want any semblance of a decent job you are expected to either be extremely talented or go to school to learn a trade or profession. You are expected to find a mate and get married and buy a house and have children (preferably in that order).

It’s hard.

Growing up is hard.

My first day is tomorrow and I am nervous, excited, happy, anxious… Most of all, I feel proud and accomplished because even if I don’t know what awaits me, I know that there is something to be said about taking the first step forward into taking control of your life. I shall let you guys know how my first day goes.








What Goes Around Comes Around


I remember a time far, far away in which I stayed up past midnight willingly and enjoyed it.

It was a magical time filled with idle chit chat with my college roommates, Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, and the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother on Netflix.

“The night is young!”

Oh, what a time to be alive. Newly eighteen and having only been away from home for a total of two weeks, I felt like such a badass going to bed way past the bedtime my parents had still been regularly enforcing upon me while I was still living at home.

Maybe it’s because I’m Mexican and maybe because I’m the first born and a woman, but my parents were always crazy strict with me up until I had my daughter. When I say crazy strict I absolutely mean it. If you don’t believe me let me follow up with some examples…

  • I was not allowed to paint my fingernails, toenails, face, or other visible (or non-visible) parts of my body. I remember one time when I was in 5th grade I had colored in my fingernails with my pencil at school and forgotten to wash my handiwork before I got home -much to my mother’s amusement and my father’s annoyance. Let’s not even get started on the times my middle school friends would draw doodles on my arms and hands with colorful sharpies and my dad would catch me vehemently trying to wash them off when I got home… “Your body is not a sketch pad! Do you need more journals? Stop writing on your arms dammit!”

  • I was not allowed to have sleepovers or attend sleepovers. Ever. Period. End of discussion.

  • In the event that I were to get invited to a party or any kind of outing at all, I was to give my parents at least a weeks notice before said event so they could “go over the pros and cons” and have enough time to think about it. Last minute ice cream invitation for Michelle? “Oh, don’t even bother inviting me, I already know I can’t go.”Needless to say, my friends were very familiar with this particular rule.

  • Absolutely, positively NO DATING until you are 18 (and even then it was an issue).

  • NO social media accounts. Like, at all.

I could go on and on, but you get the idea. I was sheltered, over-protected, locked away in a tower! Okay, so maybe that’s stretching it, but most days I definitely felt like a prisoner in my own home. Continue reading