I’ve repeated it in many interviews, wrote about it tirelessly in my writing, and have been very vocal about where I’m from.īay Area born and raised. The interviewer doesn’t ask, “Where’s that?” like past reporters have. I rep San Francisco and the Bay Area as a whole, but I don’t hesitate to shout out Daly City. I call Daly City by name and make it known that that’s where I was raised the first 25 years of my life. And like every other interview I have done up until that point, I make it a point to share that I was born and raised in the Bay Area. I’m getting interviewed about my latest passion project. I’m finally getting to travel the world because of my writing. We got the trip complimentary in every aspect. In fact, that’s why I’m on this paradise island. It’s a restaurant that wants me to write about my experience dining in. We finally decide to ditch the beach and go back to the place to get ready for dinner. The sunset is the perfect ending to a perfect relaxing day. My mind drifts off for a bit, remembering how confused and lost I was… I’m thankful I stuck with it because it got me to where I am. I often look back to my beginning stages of my writing career and how I kept up with my blog. However, it is my money maker, but it’s so effortless that the writing experience is peaceful as hell. I’m writing for pure fun and enjoyment, not because the bills depend on it. What am I writing? I don’t fuckin know, all I know is in my fantasies, I’m always working on something. I turn on my laptop and start typing away. I feel damn good in the clothes I’m wearing, and I’m radiating confidence… still humble though. I’m not worried about work, or finances, or stressing. So much time has passed since the pandemic that it’s a distant memory. In fact, COVID ain’t even a thing anymore. There’s no masks, no pandemic, no restrictions. My biggest concern is where I’m going to eat that night. I have nowhere to go and I have all the time in the world. The skies are blue, I’m by the beach, and I ain’t got shit to do. ![]() And when I say perfect, I mean a very particular kind of weather – I get hot hella quick. Hawaii? The Philippines? I’m not too sure, but I’m on some island. This time I’m in a distant land that resembles paradise. “Did you know we used to do this at Tatay’s house?” I tell my kids for the billionth time. Everyone grabs a plate and starts to eat. Everyone’s together, everyone’s happy, and life is good. The kitchen is filled with delicious food, so I start to light the candle so the house doesn’t smell like straight food the whole night. The once mellow home is starting to be filled with relatives, getting more and more chaotic as more people start arriving. My nieces and nephews start to arrive, and they immediately link up with my kids and start playing. ![]() It’s Sunday dinner, and we’re waiting for the rest of the family to show up. It’s from our favorite take out restaurant, and we have everyone’s favorite dish. There’s already food in the kitchen, and you can still see the steam, you know that shit’s still hot. The kids greet their grandparents and try to show them the latest things they learned in school, show them a new wrestling move their dad taught them, or give them a drawing they made sometime during the week. They take off their shoes at the door and make themselves comfortable. Anything I put out is just adding to the already massive amount of well-known published work I have circulating around. ![]() There’s no pressure to deliver because I’m working on my own time. I’m working on my latest passion project, but I’m ahead of schedule. We’re not tired, we’re not burnt out, and we genuinely love what we do. My house is clean, my kids are taken care of, and my husband and I are financially well. ![]() I’m working from home, the vibe is stress free, and I’m financially comfortable. I’m in my big ass cozy home, I’m holding my baby in one arm as I use my other hand to type up my latest project. Lately, when I close my eyes, I picture myself “having it all.” Shit, who doesn’t? And most of the time, my daydreams are forever changing… I think of everything and anything, which is probably why I’m notorious for getting easily distracted. Who needs entertainment when I got my own damn self? And truly nothing is off limits for me. When I’m bored, my mind drifts in so many directions. Y’all already know this, but I’m a dreamer by nature. When you feel bored, where does your brain wander to?
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