Traveling Insights: An Inside Perspective

I am on a quest. My quest started, I believe, the day I was born. When the forces that be put me on this planet, I think they had something pretty rad in mind. Till this day I'm not quite sure what it is, but my ability to imagine, design, manifest, and guide certain aspects of my life to channel a particular kind of energy - whether love, kindness, gratitude, joy, forgiveness, sorrow, or rage - has most certainly improved. I am so grateful for the people in my life who have been real with me. The ones who call my bullshit and know when I'm not being honest with myself. I'm grateful for everyone who told me to listen to my gut, follow my intuition, and trust that things have a way of working themselves out. I am grateful for all of the personal development podcasts, books, and blog articles that instilled in me a greater control of my own mindset to open doors that I didn't even know existed. "Purposes are deduced from behavior, not from rhetoric or sta...

It's December 29th, just days away from the end of 2019, and I don't feel as though I've properly recapped some of the most important moments of the year since September. Returning to Kansas last week, and being open to what the experience might bring, allowed me to return feeling energized for the future. I am quite excited to share what I've been up to and what's on the docket for 2020! This fall I was working three jobs. I served as the Action Team lead for the Metro Food Access Network 's Transportation Action Team, worked as a Research Assistant for North Circle Seeds through the Center for Urban and Regional Affairs at the University of Minnesota, and maintained my position as Social Media Strategist and Thought Partner with Voices for Rural Resilience. Not only did I expand my network, but I had lots of time to reflect on who I am as a person and how to distinguish my brand as a person from those around me through my participation in the Integrated Foo...

You may not be one now. But you probably know an older adult. What makes them 'older'? Is there a certain threshold? I wouldn't think there should be, but by most Federal standards 65 seems to be the number that sticks. As we age our bodies change. The processes of renewal slow, our minds begin to wander, and sometimes the abilities of our neurons to connect fail to fire in the way they used to. I've had the honor and privilege to spend countless hours with older adults, starting when I was 17 and picked up a gig serving at the retirement home near my high school. I was brave enough to stick it out, even after all the times I brought out the wrong order, or skipped a table on accident. The seven years I spent at Meadowlark Estates were some of the most fruitful years of my life because I never felt like I had a shortage of family support. Over servings of oatmeal, shepherd's pie, and sugar-free vanilla ice cream, I got to know those residents better than mos...

It's been ten days since I returned from my trip home to Kansas. Ten days that have felt like ten weeks. I'm not sure if it's because of dramatic events at home, the start of classes, or the beginning of a beautiful new friendship, but I was reminded today of the importance of writing, even if only for myself. I'm done worrying about if what I say is right or politically correct or polished. I'm starting to notice that the more raw we are with each other the more likely the relationship will last. The gratitude that I feel for all the places and people in my life are kind of overwhelming at this moment in time. Over the coming weeks I hope to highlight the value of these relationships and how they've gotten me to where I am today, but for now, it's worth recapping one of the most emotional weeks of the year and what you have to gain from making time for people that matter. My time back in Lawrence began to fill in pieces of the puzzle what home is, ...

Sometimes you forget about the things you've thought. Or you don't realize how powerful the thoughts were until you've read them again. It's kind of like looking through old photos, and being reminded of the perspective that you had about the landscape around you, the memories you were making. There's huge value in re-reading what you've written, especially when it's been months since you wrote. My offering to you today is a single piece of advice: Re-read what you've written. You could get by skipping the rest of this and walking away right now, but you might miss some key reasons why the act of re-reading is so important. 5 reasons why you should re-read your personal journal 1. You will remind yourself of the things that you love and might have let fall to the way side Re-reading a passage that I wrote back in February while traveling for a wedding, I forgot that I had written about wanting to not live in a city. "...living in a rur...

Let's face it. People are complicated. And just when you think you've got someone figured out, they tell you something new that you never would have expected. Most people don't believe me when I tell them I'm bi-racial. Except that's never the term I've used to describe myself--until now. Growing up, I always told people I was half Mexican. Bi-racial wasn't even in my vocabulary. Neither was second-generation immigrant, which is also technically true. But growing up in a primarily White household with White extended family, the only thing I knew of my Mexican heritage came from the authentic tamales de puerco my mom would make for dinner, chiles rellenos that she ordered at restaurants, and a handful of other dishes that didn't quite fit in with the rest of our very American diet. If you're reading mom, I really do miss your cooking. You will forever be the chef I hope to one day impress with my own culinary concoctions. Arroz con gandules...

The writing continues. In my last blog post I wrote about one of the first trips in 3 years that I actually spent money on (gasp!) instead of spending someone else's through scholarships, crowdfunding, and the like. My life escapades continue in Minnesota, with a renewed vigor now that the chaos of academic life is in the dust--at least for the next few months. As my iCloud drive fills up and I am forced to delete old files to free up space, I came across a somewhat frightening realization of why my first semester in grad school might have been so draining. Yep, you counted right. Thirteen folders dedicated to job applications. As if grappling with a new city weren't enough, I was constantly in a process of searching for a good-paying job, which resulted in the overwhelming set of folders pictured above. Thirteen, in fact, each dedicated to a different job application. One thing I will say--the experience helped me tremendously with writing cover letters, which I now ...