I believe that you are who you are. From the time you are born you are destined to be one thing or another. A writer. A CEO. A lover. A fighter. A big ball of anxiety that you can’t shake. Sometimes you get labeled as something you wish you could change, but I’ve learned it’s actually good to have people label you. If they don’t know who you are, it reflects on them as a person and not you.
The chocolate chip cookie. Classic AF. So classic, that it’s a staple in every baker’s recipe. I just have it about memorized. My mom sure does. The chocolate chip cookie…warm, gooey, served with milk, Santa’s favorite. You can add things to it… Nuts, candy, different flavors of chocolate, but when shown a picture it still gets labeled as the classic.
Anxiety. Did you know 1 in 13 people suffer from anxiety? That doesn’t seem like a lot, but that’s a pretty large number. Next time you are out in this crazy mask-wearing world, count every 13 people and realize at least one of them (according to statistics) has anxiety. Could it be the mom with the screaming kid who doesn’t want to wear a mask? What about the girl who is with her boyfriend who is yelling at her? Could it be the child who just wants to visit their friends? Or look in the mirror… Maybe it’s you. Anxiety causes many different things for different people. For some, it causes rage and others it causes depression. Some causes not being able to breathe, seizures, crying, over heating… And the list goes on. For me, it causes me to over think. Over thinking causes me to come up with my own conclusions on situations that might not have even happened yet (maybe a tough conversation or a thought of what the future could be even if there is no way of it happening). The worst part about all of it is I actually start to have anxiety over that situation. I feel crazy writing it out, but it’s me. Label me. Go ahead. Because as some people might label me as that, there are so many other things to label me as too.
Caring. I care. I overcare. I care about people who have done me wrong. Okay… Maybe not all of them. I care about the people who care for me. There… That is more like it. Of course I wish well on anyone who I did care for once in my life (eh…. Well almost all of them),but the ones who care about me…. Who want me happy, those are my people. The people who have my back. The people who I can call up and cry to and they listen. The people who can call me up any time of the day and I’m there for them too.
Hard working. I love to be the best. Perfectionist if you may. There is no such thing as perfect (damn that’s hard saying). But I’m perfectly me. And I love it. I’m not a model, I’m not a sample size, I get a pimple here and there, my thighs touch, and guess what… I, at the end of the day, love every part of me. You thought this was going to be about being hard working at a job? That I am, but I learned after a tough recovery from a surgery that to be hard working at a job, relationship, hobby, you first have to be hard working for yourself. To love yourself. Improve yourself. Shit, we all can improve. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Be hard working at who you are.
Loving. Fuck. When I love, I love hard. I see the good in everyone. Even when there is no good to be had, I try to squeeze out something. The feeling of love… I got my first dose as a baby. My family… They are so beyond loving. My parents, my sister, my aunts, uncles, cousins… You name it. The amount of love is unreal. It’s what is unconditional. And my heart aches for the people who don’t have that. But I’ve been taught to share that love. So my friends… I love like sisters (and brothers). And when I’m in a relationship, I love. So hard. No matter what I get put through. No matter what argument is on the table. I still love so hard. I never want that person to not feel loved. People argue. People fight. People get on each other’s nerves (especially during Corona…. Am I right?). But it’s about taking how you feel and working through it. Because at the end of the day, if you cry because you don’t want to be without the other. You want to work on it. Team works makes the dream work. Welcome to a loving relationship. Cupid always makes his arrows hit right when it’s real love.
Thoughtful. Funny. Kind. Smart. Resourceful. There are so many things you can label me as. I will never apologize for who I am. People can label me as whatever they want, but I’ll always label myself as me ❤️ And much like that chocolate chip cookie… Baby I’m a classic 😘😘
Te amo mucho. No Pasa nada.