Las Cartas

One of the creative outlets I use to process and release my thoughts and reflections has been writing. Every week, I send a letter to our Thriving Chingona community called Carta para mis amigas.

These letters serve as a community journal, to show you that I’m not perfect, that I’m also coaching myself through life transitions, systemic oppression, and purpose-driven living. These letters represent our journey towards the lives we are meant to live.

Escribo estas cartas para mis amigas.

09/18/2026

About a year ago, I had a glimpse of my future self, and a particular phrase: “I am a global teacher.” I didn’t fully know what that meant at that moment or how it would evolve to be true. But I knew I wanted to hold onto the message. I wrote on a bright orange post-it note, “I am a global teacher,” and stuck it to the cover of the book that prompted this revelations, to come back to later.

09/18/2026

Last week I had a moment where I had to lean into what I often recommend. A pause. After someone had been flaky about a commitment they made to me, I had to stop and take a deep long breath, and release a learned response that was rooted fear and ego, and transition to a softer response that was connected with who I am consciously evolving to become.

09/18/2026

When’s the last time, if ever, that you asked yourself, “Who am I?” It is not a one and done kind of thing - we are ever-evolving beings. Asking yourself this question could cause you to freeze and say, “I don’t know,” or inspire you to list a variety of identities that you consciously connect to. Regardless of which of these is your initial response, I guarantee you that there is more waiting to be discovered under the surface.

09/18/2026

I heard someone talking about the ways our school systems hurt students of color. It reminded me of my years serving in K-12 schooling, and the shame I was feeling came from a core wound that gets triggered from time to time that I am not doing enough for people of color, specifically Black and Latinx folks, to be liberated.

09/18/2026

I am about 8 weeks into my quasi-sabbatical, but last week was the first time I respected the time that I set aside on my calendar to rest and reflect. With all the moving pieces from work and setting up my new home, I have allowed myself to keep functioning in doing mode. Even though this is supposed to be my season of learning what it’s like to be in being mode. I finally had to stop and reset my intentions for my quasi-sabbatical the next couple of months.

09/18/2026

I’ve been sharing for weeks about the season of transformation that I am in. In seasons of deep reflection and eventual action, we begin to identify not only what we are ready to expand but also what we are ready to shed. A couple of people I know who are also in similar seasons have focused on shedding people who are no longer in alignment with who they are becoming.

09/18/2026

The universe is always speaking to us. We need to be in tune enough to listen. Last week, I shared that I am feeling a desire within myself to seek more freedom in my life, and I am still not clear on what that looks like. And then I came across Rachel Rodgers’ book, ‘We Should All Be Millionaires’…

09/18/2026

I love a journal prompt. I collect them for myself and offer them to friends and clients often. Sometimes when I offer a prompt or two, I can see the hesitation in the receiver’s face. It’s often easier to talk to another person than to sit alone and process thoughts and feelings. Recently, I came across my own hesitations to journal.

12/19/2022

In a therapy session last week, my eyes welled up, not with grief, but with something I hadn't expected: an overwhelming presence of joy.

11/29/2022

I had zero intention of watching From Scratch on Netflix. Then, over the span of a few weeks, multiple people reached out asking if I'd seen it. Even my mom sent me a text. I finally cleared time to watch it.

07/13/2021

The last couple of days have been rough. For most of them, I was on the verge of tears. Initially I chalked it up to exhaustion from the travel home after my vacation in Mexico. However, the pressure that kept lingering in my chest signaled something else. Everything was leaving me with welled up eyes and tension in my body. When I finally sat still in silence and let the dam break, what immediately came to me was, “I feel stuck.”

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