Wednesday, February 1, 2012
The year is here, that one that the Mechista at UCR said would end the world. I was 15, clapping for Chicano powers when we broke off into smaller workshops, I just followed the cutest long haired boy. My goal is to not stay in LA. I need a break, we need a break. I made a resolutions to not make a resolution but just to be cuter, wear more dresses and dance more, write more. I took not a single picture this month, wrote not a single letter just went places to be there. To savor the flavor. I held new life this month and celebrated new babies to come. Celebrated birthdays with food and jumpers and candy. I danced with little kids, I hugged friends hard that I hadn't seen since 2011. I felt softer bodies, heard life goals nodded and agreed. I started to tutor, began a writing class and seriously started the UCR application. I saw movies in an actual theater, sharing popcorn with little hands to watch Happy Feet 2 and Beauty and the Beast. Had mama dates with girls that can relate and started watching the news again, just to know what I don't want to know. I'll take pictures in February.