I love that the literal translation to Spanish of "congratulations" it's a over - pluralization of happiness.

So when a Spanish speaker congratulates someone, they are wishing "happinesses".

So lots of happiness!

It feels so weird to use my real name on socials now that I'm trying to build up my brand.

I feel vulnerable but I want the visibility.

I finished another painting! And when I got to the photography lab to get it scanned, the clerk completely identified me by my style 😍❤️

Moving from Mexico, where everyday I thought about violence, to the Netherlands, where everyday I think about the housing crisis, makes me feel like I traded personal space for safety.

My partner and I have a lot of childhood trauma.

It's funny, we're constantly apologizing to each other for the most minimal thing.

The housing crisis is getting worse.

Last stage capitalism has gotten so bad that even having enough personal space has become a privilege.

Mexico finally decriminalizes abortion nationwide and it makes me SO HAPPY!

Finally, a fight me and all my Mexican women who fought day and night for legislation that would protect women's rights.

It is just a small step but it is one in the right direction.

A win for EVERYONE!

#MareaVerde #SeraLey #ProChoice #abortion

How am I going to be the best, if my boss tells everyone they're the best?

How many "you're the best" should I get until I get a raise?

I got a flu and I cannot speak properly. So my natural Mexican accent blends with my constipated nose so it sounds like I'm speaking an alien language.

I now speak alien Dutch and alien English.

My partner wonders why I feel so isolated from that group of friends.

They've been doing small parties without inviting me!

And then I have my exhibition and some come to support me.

How would I know they do it from the heart? It's so confusing.

Soon will be the celebration of my country's independence day and they are organizing to celebrate it at the embassy and I'm not sure if I'll join.

I've been feeling quite weird lately.

So isolated from who I considered friends, not being able to get a deep connection with people besides family.

It's so strange because some people have been supporting, but I don't feel supported. I have a group of "friends" that make me feel left out.

And then I'll have to think about my own birthday in a month.

During my art exhibition I spent the weekend in an anarchist culture center and talking to people living off grid.

Now I am back in my corporate job, with suits who work for the biggest companies in the world.

Tonight, I'll go to the Yeah Yeah Yeah's concert.

Lots of cognitive dissonance.

I had my first exhibition! It was so nice but I was also very anxious all the time. I'm really happy about how it worked!

I went to a coworker's dinner party and I forgot my phone there and their doorbell doesn't work.

My only option was to spook them and yell at them through the wall at midnight.

I'm really sorry, but I cannot hide my spooky personality.

My sister and I are in Paris and she keeps ordering ketchup with her pizza.

When she does, people immediately ask about where we are from.

I'm embarrassed.

Profiting from my culture and also from the feminist movement by selling a 90€ bag.

A double sucker punch.

Here comes something bittersweet.

Lately, with my really good relationship, I've been having actual dreams of meeting with and talking to my first love. We were together for five years, during university.

I still care deeply for him and I'm still amazed about how compatible we are, but I would never try to go back with him, even if I had the opportunity. Too many burned bridges.

I just wish him a lot of happiness with his new wife. He deserves it.

They: "oh, I wrote a text back but forgot to send it. Funny, right? Has it happen to you?"

Me: "Yeah, all the time, don't worry!"

Me inside: Lol That would NEVER happen because I am an extremely anxious person who checks all of their texts because I'm terrified of making someone else feel even remotely bad or ignored.

I feel comfortable changing my clothes in front of my partner,
I feel comfortable changing my clothes in front of my daughter,

But for some reason it feels inappropriate if I change in front of both of them?

My mother is low-key super sexist.

My daughter, my sister and I are going on a small trip and my mother is saying that we should be careful because we're traveling alone.

This is after she learned that my partner is not going.

At the office I'm getting the reputation for being thoughtful and knowing about perfect presents for our colleagues.

I'm quite proud of it.