Read a Book That’s Cheesy Yet Insightful

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho is where you should go. Yes I’m aware, it’s a well-known book. Most readers have already read it. Well, read it again then! Dang. For those who don’t know, it’s a short read (that somehow took me four months to read), BUT it did give me some food for thought.

The first few pages into the book there’s the introduction of the book’s major theme which is the Personal Legend. This is the super cheesy part. When I first read the page that brought this phrase to page I thought, “Oh great, this is some cliche, soul-searching novel, isn’t it?” And why yes, yes it was.

But considering my awkward placement in life, it might have been just what I needed. A personal legend is the idea that everyone on this Earth has a set path they are supposed to live out. Everyone is meant to do something and reach this amazing, self-fulfilling place. The kicker is, just because it is meant for you, doesn’t guarantee it will happen. It’s a two-way street. You gotta acknowledge it and then work for it. You can buy into it or not.

I for one will say the novel does a great job at saying one thing to the reader, if you have a gut feeling, something inside you that is pulling you a certain direction, go for it! It will usually be the deep desire or dream you have that scares you shitless. I think most times we tend to push those feelings away because they seem impractical, impossible and scary. If something seems too far out of our reach, we often tend to not even bother. I’m constantly trying not to fall into the temptation of not even trying because the “it” seems too far to reach. Therefore, reminders like The Alchemist can be the small jolt you need to continue pushing forward. So yeah it’s cliche but get over it! Some of life’s best secrets “are hidden behind the word cliche.”


My Ultimate Career Goal

Shoutout to Chrissey for giving me this idea.

When someone asked me why I majored in English I would tell them it was because I wanted to be an editor at some hot shot magazine or publishing company.


(Yes just like that^)

That was my career goal. It still is my career goal. I chose it as a 16 year old because I loved books and reading, but (oddly enough) I couldn’t see myself as a writer. The behind-the-scenes of the book world seemed like the perfect fit. I experienced some doubts in college because I couldn’t call myself super passionate for it. The idea of being an editor interested me and I had a feeling I would like it, but I wasn’t busting down doors to work with campus magazines or newspapers. That was my sign that maybe my passions lied else where.

I later realized that the thing that would really make my heart soar, the thing that I know I would love no matter the pay, was actually based in the other subject I chose to study in college.My minor. The subject I happened to choose out of pure love and interest. It was the kind of obsessive intrigue you can’t turn away from.

While my major was English (a choice made to pursue a career in editing and publishing), my minor was Spanish. Now this doesn’t mean I want to be your next Spanish 1 teacher. Actually, it’s quite the opposite. I always wanted to figure out a way to combine my minor and major into the same career. When I went to study abroad in Spain two years ago I told my friends I wanted to reach some sort of life-changing, path-finding epiphany while there. And even though it was a dream come true to live in Madrid, my epiphany didn’t hit me until a year later.

It hit me at work actually. My restaurant job where the majority of my coworkers who worked in the kitchen were native Spanish speakers. I loved speaking in Spanish with them because they were funny and they helped me practice. And boy did they get a kick out of seeing black girl speak Spanish. One day, my coworker who is a mom of three told me that all her kids and her husband knew English. She was the only one who couldn’t speak it fluently. She shared with me how much she wanted to learn English. She told me her frustrations of people only teaching her the bad words in English. It embarrassed her to try to speak it because it came out broken. An embarrassment I knew all too well. I imagine as a mom of three boys who works full time at an hourly-paid job, she wasn’t in the position to find the time or resources to learn on her own. I suggested watching shows in English and listening to music. But I know from experience that this isn’t enough. Language learning requires exposure from all areas. You need the traditional grammar lessons, the studying, the perfecting of syntactical structure, building up the vocab, constant exposure, auditory exposure, written exposure, interactive conversation. I could go on for fucking days.

It was in that moment I wished so badly I could dedicate time to sit down and help her. As it turned out, it was my last two weeks there and I lived an hour away. Impractical. In that moment it hit me clear as day. I would love to be able to be an English teacher for adults in the U.S. Adults who came to the U.S. later in their lives who were already out of school, making it harder to pick up a second language as easily as a child in school. I could write an entire other post about how crucial access to other languages is to me, but I’ll save that for another day.

I want to help people who would want the language as badly, if not more, than the way I wanted to learn Spanish. Those are the people I want to help. Adults that might not have the time or resources. Yet here in lies the problem I haven’t quite worked out in my mind to solve. How would I make a career out of helping people who don’t have the time or resources? Nonprofit? Maybe just as a side hobby? I haven’t quite hashed out the details of this. But I keep this dream tucked away for a later date.

Funny enough, I didn’t think about this second career as an option when I made the decision to teach English abroad. Teaching English abroad, like most people, was a decision I made to see more of the world. A decision made to go back to a Spanish-speaking country in order to improve my own skills. A selfish decision. As it turns out, this selfish decision has also been pointing me in the direction I would love to go someday. So my friends, that is my ultimate career goal. Let’s just say I have two: badass editor and dedicated ESL teacher.

What’s yours?

Becoming “Grandma”

A reflection on how a Thirsty Thursday Hoe transitions into the Grandma lifestyle.


(This photo was the safest one I could find with me and alcohol)

Now this is not something I proudly admit, but yes, I was a Thirsty Thursday hoe. This isn’t a reflection on any possible promiscuity of mine which I will make no comment on, but rather it’s a name that reflects my tendency and any college student’s tendency to go out and party at least once or twice during the week. There was a time when I would work 11am-8pm on a Friday, rush home to shower and change, hit the party/bars/formal at 10, get home at 2am, and then wake up at 5:45am (Yes you read that right) to make it to my opening shift at 6:30am that next Saturday.

I will say, once you fall into this routine it becomes an almost addictive habit. It’s fun to be out late with your friends and it’s fun not knowing what will happen or who you’ll meet. And of course, drinking can be fun if done the right way. College life in general is structured around staying up late, waking up late or forcing yourself to wake up early for class. The college schedule is loud and busy in about twenty different ways. Going out on the weekend (and on week nights) just becomes part of the chaotic lifestyle sometimes. Turn this into four years back-to-back, and you’ll forget what it was like to think 10pm was late. That is, until you graduate and get on normal people schedule again.

I don’t know if this happens for everyone, but it seemed like the second I crossed over to the “other side,” my body decided it had had enough of my unstable sleeping schedule and it could no longer pull extra, reserve energy out of my ass for any wild nights.

It was time to be an almost adult. First step, adjusting to the adult schedule. Which meant no more Margarita Mondays, Tequila Tuesdays, Wasted Wednesdays, Thirsty Thursdays, day-ragers and barely any regular Friday nights. Also, no more getting home at 2am and waking up for work at 7am. Adult jobs require a brain it turns out, which doesn’t function with less than 6 hours of sleep and a stomach full of Peach Amsterdam.

Do you wanna know why old people only go out Saturdays? It’s because it’s the only day when they don’t work and the only night they can sleep in for the next day. It’s sad guys; until it isn’t. Because if you’re like me, once you reach this point the desire to go out barely even exists. And….it’s kinda nice.


“What???” The undergrads may ask.

Yes, it is kind of nice. And that is how a Thirsty Thursday Hoe becomes The Grandma.

So, now that you’re a grandma, what do you do? How do you live life as a grandma? Well first things first:

  1. You like the idea of being in bed by 9.
  2. When presented the option of going out or being lazy with a movie night, it’s obvious you’re not going anywhere.
  3. You find yourself worrying about fiber intake, digestion and nutrition. Because, what a shock, this body can’t last on liquor and cheese puffs forever. Plus you actually have time to care about health.
  4. You may look at any college kids you still know and drop your jaw over the things they are doing on a Tuesday night (as if you never were in that position yourself).
  5. There also might be a slight disconnect from the world through social media.
  6. You might even catch yourself referring to anyone a year or more younger than you as “The Youth.”
  7. And when did taking shots get so hard? Where is the hoe I used to know?

She went nigh-nighs, and won’t be waking up for a loooong time.

Hobbies for the 20-something


You know what question I fucking hate other than, “Where do you see yourself five years from now?” It’s, “What do you like to do for fun?”

My inner dialogue then goes off on this internal panic:

UM excuse me, sir. Why are you all up in my grill, asking me things like you want to get to know me? Stop it. We both know I will be heavily evaluated based on my response. You are prying into my (very uneventful) personal life and I do not appreciate it.

And now I feel like I need to prove to you that I have fun. For the record, I do have fun. I just can’t think of any examples right now. Hmpf!

In all honesty, for me the normal person response should be “spending time with the people you enjoy, that way the fun just happens by being with them.” Fun isn’t dictated by specific activities for me. I don’t even find hobbies that fun. Hobbies just pass the time, okay? Okay?!?!


This blog is the sad result of an embarrassing amount of free time. If you convert all of your old study/homework/napping time from college into only Netflix time, you may quickly develop a problem. Therefore, hobbies actually become necessary at this point in life. Even if all they do is “pass the time.”

In college I hardly studied. As an English major I only had to write papers on material I sometimes read. In my free time I volunteered at an elementary school, napped, went out and committed myself to all those “mandatory” sorority-sisterhood-yadayadayada-events.

So how do I use my abundance of free time as a graduate (not including my job or my internship)? Well, my friends, I volunteer as a mentor for high school students. I slap some thoughts onto this here lovely blog. I watch  A LOT of telenovelas, maybe too many. Buuuuut I feel like I need to do more. Maybe something more active? More outside-sy? Maybe something less lame and more fun.

So I’m trying to compile a list of shit to do and skills to master as I slowly descend into adult life.

I figured that by this point into writing this post, some ideas would have popped into my head for me to list out for you guys. But I got nothin’. What a disappointment. Just like the these last 9 months of being graduated. lol

That’s postgrad for ya.

A Letter For My Little Sisters

I wrote this for my little sis in my sorority and my younger sister who are both hitting 20 this year. I thought it would be fitting to share since I’m constantly yapping away about life here

Happy Birthday and welcome to the scariest decade of your life!

I think there are about a thousand articles on the internet about what to expect from your twenties (really, there’s a shit ton) and all of them say pretty much the same thing: it’s a massive feeling of uncertainty that never goes away. I’ve only lived three years of it myself, and I don’t think I have much down just yet lmao.

At 20 I didn’t feel much different, I felt like my age sounded older, but that was it. I will say that a lot began to change once I hit 20. Me at 18 vs me at 20 were almost two different people now that I look back. You’ve already changed since graduating high school, but expect a lot more shit to go down. Prepare yourself because some of it’s fun and some of it’s not.

My biggest advice: If you have a gut feeling about what you want to do, where you want to go, who you want to be, go with it! Your gut feeling is what will get you places. 20 is when I joined Alpha Chi and when I started planning for Spain, two hugely important decisions for my college career. Don’t let fear or “what ifs” keep you from following your gut. I literally had to be convinced by two people the night of the rush week registration deadline because I let my hesitation and fear get to me; dumb. And don’t ever let people talk you out of doing something when you know deep down it will be something that makes you happy. Unless it’s hard drugs or criminal activity, of course, in which case you have some other issues to discuss.

My biggest hope for you is to live out these last two years of college as loudly as possible. Take yourself into new environments. Expose yourself to all the people you can, study all you can, explore all you can. If you’re decided on your career look for internships and volunteer opportunities that will give you the experience you need when you graduate. Because, oh my god, that will save you SO much trouble once you hit postgrad. Keeping balance in college is hard, but I hope you do your best. Relationships with friends and a social life are just as important as academic success and career preparation, both aspects of college will develop you in different ways.

If you ever need help, I can practically provide a three-year preview on whatever you have concerns about. I’ll be your life cheat sheet if you will.

Enjoy your day (and your decade) because it’s going to be a hell of a ride.


Postgrad Life is Too Damn Quiet!

In college we were always looking for some privacy and some god damn peace and quiet. Privacy from the kids talking to below you, quiet from the drunk girls yelling in the middle of the night outside, solitude instead of your roommate bringing over everyone she knew into your room, and definitely silence from whoever was boning in the room directly above yours.


My last year was spent living in a sorority house with almost 30 other girls so I know about loud. Privacy did not exist. Yet for some odd reason after graduation, I began to miss the noise. You no longer get to hear about your roomie’s awful day when she swings open the door and lets out a huge groan. Your office job can seem dead still at times when compared to how much you laughed with your old coworkers in retail. There are no more doors to be heard opening and closing from down the hall, letting you know you’re not the only one who decided to stay during the 3-day weekend.

This is why getting out becomes so important after college. I now understand why adults take their weekends so seriously after a 40 hour week. It’s your time to make noise, let loose, talk up a storm, stretch your legs and explore. When I come from my internship where I’ve more than likely spent 6 or 7 hours in silence, I’m craving loudness. Music is on full blast, tv gets turned on, several phone calls need to be made in order to make up for the deafening roar of silence.

It’s a very odd change to notice; but once you realize it, you can’t ignore it.


I Quit Without Another Job Lined Up

My parents might kill me when they find out. Yes, I put my notice in for my part time job. I just couldn’t continue anymore. There’s a multitude of reasons for this.

I no longer live in Irvine and the hour commute to get there at 5:45am is death.

My wage was not equivalent to my job title and work I put in.

I decided to dedicate more time to my internship.

I’ve been there for almost three years, it was fucking time.

I’m graduated and I’m so fucking over it.


Everyone has been waiting for me to leave. Friends, family, even some other coworkers. All knew that it was time. Leaving Chickfila became a running joke at work. A threat I told everyone but I would never follow through on (until now). I kept saying I was leaving but just ended up staying 8 months after graduation. Ridiculous. I didn’t think it would take so long to find another job. Life is full of surprises.

I was playing the waiting game. Waiting on a job offer, waiting for someone else to decide when I would quit, instead of just doing so myself. I admit, in part, I was probably a little scared. I was afraid of quitting with no job ready to go after, so I put it off. However, in doing so I realized that I had become stuck. I was stuck waiting on another opportunity. Too afraid to leave without having a paycheck coming in.

The idea still makes me nervous. The difference now though is that I do have something that will be occupying my time. It just doesn’t pay unfortunately. But it’s okay. I decided I have to invest a little now in order to get the experience I need, even if that might mean sometimes I won’t be bringing in the dollars I’d like. I have enough saved to take care of loan payments and I plan on getting another part time, just waaayyyy closer to home.

However, as of now my priority remains my internship and demonstrating the importance the position holds for me to the rest of the team I work with.

If only you knew how big of a step this is for me. Maybe you do. Leaving my college job in some sense is me finally closing the chapter of my undergrad life. It was the last step and now, my connection to that life is officially over. I am officially done with Irvine and officially in the next chapter of my life. And it feels absolutely amazing.

What am I doing?! Where am I going?!

“What am I doing?! Where am I going?!”-Post grad as described by one of my best friends, Aime. Even though she has a clear idea of her destination, she is still uneasy about getting there.

The best kind of phone calls these days are the ones where we laugh about how daunting this whole process is and marvel at how unprepared we feel.

Aime then asked me, “How is it possible that I have a bachelor’s degree, but I still have to work two jobs?! Why don’t I just have one, nice job with decent pay?”

That question spelled out everything I’ve been feeling but somehow never could see as plainly as I did in that moment. What she said about her situation was so ridiculous we were both hysterical about how unfortunate her life sounded. Funny thing is, what she described is pretty normal.

It’s crazy to think that no matter how much someone may have planned out their future steps, they might still feel uneasy. I know it’s because we often give ourselves little credit; we aren’t ever satisfied with the process of success and much more concerned about the end product of our journey. Working two jobs with a bachelor’s degree will help her get to where she wants to be. Working two jobs makes life challenging and therefore the success more valuable. Not to mention, we can’t all expect to have it simply made for us the second we step out of college. She is actually one of four friends I know with multiple jobs. All of them are determined to get the most out of what they can in this first year graduated from school. They have jobs in their field, side jobs to help the bills and even jobs that cater to their hobbies.

While all these jobs may cause you to feel like you’re all over the place, I think it sustains our movement forward. All these jobs that kick our asses and wear us out are actively building up to something greater.

As my slightly wiser friend, Sheila, told me, “You’re supposed to be unhappy with where you are right now. It keeps you motivated.”

True and it keeps us pushing harder.

In short, asking, “where am I going?” keeps you going.

Battle of the Dishes

Life with mom and dad can tend to be mundane, especially if you’re living in suburbia. It can become so mundane that each of you begin to nitpick the other for the tiniest, insignificant domestic issues. Of course, it doesn’t feel tiny and insignificant. Being at home can make your world feel shrunken back to high school size. The pace and flow of your life takes a beat after college. It slows down and tries to catch its breath after four years of hustle and bustle.

When your world feels smaller, small problems seem bigger. You come from your day at work or job hunting, you walk through the threshold, and there is mom or dad pestering you about something.

In my case it is household chores. At my mother’s house it has become a battle of the dishes.

I come home from a full day at my job; a job I wake up for at 4am. I drive an hour in traffic to get back to Crown Town and I walk in the doors around 3 or 4. I take some time to relax, maybe I take a nap.

Shortly after, in comes mother. Wondering why I haven’t cleaned the kitchen. A mess that I haven’t contributed to on my own in this three-person household. Now, I have no issues with cleaning up after a mess I’ve made. However, there’s always someone who doesn’t bother cleaning or maybe they feel like they have done their share already. Next thing you know you’re debating about the most inane topic. It feels like 17 all over again. Except now you have less of that rebel fire in you and you quickly give up just to get the rest of the family to shut up.

Whether your parents are on you for chores, not spending enough quality time, your personal organization, or life choices, I guarantee that it will make you insane given enough of a push.

You will think to yourself, when did my life become this? How much longer until I can have my own place again? How did I think coming back would be so easy?

Then you remember, you haven’t much of a choice. You’re living there to save money, and you’re parents are giving you a roof for free. This is their territory so no matter what, they win. This is THE most difficult pill to swallow, but you do it because you need shelter and they’re family.

Hang in there, kid. Because even though you are over the legal age, that’s all you are to them, a kid. Their kid. Their kid who has come crawling back to them. You basically have no power. The sooner you accept this, the better.

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