A dandelion has 150–200 florets or seeds per plant. When dandelions reach this white phase, it means they’ve matured enough to parachute new life. Both kids and adults like blowing into this intriguing plant as it sways softly in ethereal waves. I thought of this plant when explaining the fruitfulness of ideas. Let’s imagine each floret is an idea. 200 ideas Mindful Seth Godin stresses, not only are ideas free but,

Coming of age… what does that even mean? As someone with Mexican heritage, I wince at the semi coming of age ceremony at my quinceanera. From a shiny tan, bedazzled black-bow pair of flats to 6-inch sparkly silver diamond heels. *Cue Beyonce’s 6 Inch* Just kidding, I could barely walk…

“The entrepreneur is often represented as a go-getter with limitless ambition and an inventive mind. Over time, these innovators and risk-takers have shown a kind of fearlessness that many never experience. And throughout history, some of the most genius creators and thinkers have, less famously, struggled with mental illness.” …

Apply the healing ointment to yourself rather than applying it generously to others — Forgive yourself for not being perfect. You are lovable, worthy, and whole Why do you start conflicts and self-sabotaging? Let yourself be loved Let yourself be held Sure, people may leave If so, let them be Go to the ocean or see the sea The complexity of one individual does…

A subtle electric stream From your toes to your pounding headache A wave of goosebumps and a rise in temperature Pain so intense, you can barely breathe It bubbles up at your throat and clogs your nose Tears release, stomach knots dissolve We are never taught to honor the sadness …

Tree leaves wave, ocean waves “I feel like I have a calling” Answer. Rhythmic flaps But even a bird has to rest Am I good enough? Imposture syndrome strikes I am great As a good friend states, “We’re creative, resilient, and whole.” Sitting in a cowgirl hat and brown leather boots Ranchera Con mucha alma y amor Recently told I love as a coping mechanism I disagree I love because that’s why we are all here

Hungry for nourishment, for change, for anything that swings the pendulum the other way Yearning for home, for solace… Anything to alleviate the sorrow that had robbed me of my independence and self-assurance Unwilling to receive the gift of rest, love, compassion, and surrenderance The fighter grumbles… Blind to the possibility of surrendering the pain, anguish, and heartbreak… Rather than being tormented by the past, surrender to the present

The mere smell comforts me. — It’s 2:31am at the Boston Logan International Airport. My headache pounds as I reach for the family sized lifesaver bag. The instant artificial sugar high follows. The mere smell comforts me. I didn’t have to eat 12 of those nostalgic sugar rings but I kind of did. They make me…

To love the idea of love is to live in tragedy — I wrote in my journal this morning,