Posted in Live~Laugh~Life

Take Care Of Yourself

I posted this photo on my IG a while back and recently on my site for the May Photo Challenge. When I came across this picture I immediately felt this pic was talking to me. As of December ’18, I’ve been with my job for 10 years now and have been in management for 2. It’s been ups and downs and everyday is a challenge but I love the aspect of protecting the unprotected and helping where I can.

For someone like myself who doesn’t stress, I can admit one month was pretty rough and I had never felt so low, tired, drained and ‘over all this sh*t’ in my life! It was so bad I almost felt like I was going through a depressive stage. During this time, one Tuesday a staff called me to discuss a case and out the blue she asked if I was ok. I said “yeah, I’m fine” with a fake smirk through the phone. She said you just seem sad. I responded, “I do?” At that moment I knew it wasn’t ok and some changes needed to be made. I told her I was just tired, work has been a bit overwhelming and I think I was stressing a bit. I know, that’s not something you want to tell your staff but it was raw and the truth and honestly we’re all human. Here I am thinking I’m keeping it altogether for myself and my staff and I was having meltdowns in private. I always encourage my staff to take time off or take care of yourself because if we aren’t in a good headspace we can’t be as effective to help others we council and work with on a daily. I was drowning. So, there I was not taking my own advice.

My bf knew how bad it was getting but I made excuses because I knew how much the work still needed to be done. I would go to the office and work all day, get home and work, fall asleep while working just to fall into the same routine day after day. Not only did I start neglecting myself, I was neglecting him because it became all about work. He encouraged me to take some days off so I could get away and we’d take a mini vacay. Say what?! I’m all in.

In honor of mental health month, I encourage you to TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! Take care of your body and mind because you only get one. As the picture describes, I had to tell myself if I left this job today they would mourn for 2 minutes, clean my desk and set it in the lap of the next person. Harsh, but it’s truth. The mini vacay couldn’t have come at a better time and put a lot of things in perspective for me. I HAD TO get back taking care of me: Exercising regularly, doing yoga, getting massages, eating right, drinking more than a half bottle of water (lol), spending more time with family & friends, journaling and applying myself to become stronger spiritually and mentally. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in work, looking perfect or comfort zones but if you don’t take care of you, you’ll be 35 years young with high blood pressure, gray hair and a bitter spirit. I’m just happy to say that today I’m in a much better space. Things aren’t perfect but they’re much better than my yesterday. Take care of you and encourage someone else to do the same, you’ll start seeing the benefits and will be glad you did. Until next time.. –Corrita πŸ’›
Posted in Foodie Gal, Live~Laugh~Life, The Psychoanalysis of Tom and Tina

Mother’s Day

Every Sunday my family gets together for Sunday dinner (not sure why we call it dinner, it’s really after church lunch). So, for Mother’s Day my cousins and I always cook for the mothers. Generally, I’m in charge of desserts so throughout the week I was prepping (in my head) what I would bake. My family is simple so a pound cake would suffice but I like to mix it up every now and again since my mother loves chocolate and we now have a vegan in the family. To ensure everyone was accounted for I decided to bake a coconut cream pound cake, vegan chocolate cake from scratch and a pan of peach cobbler. I made a Krogers run and started prepping Saturday night about 11pm. I had all my ingredients and I just knew these desserts were about to smash! Because I’ve never made vegan desserts before I decided to start with that first. Around 2am I was whipping up the ingredients in my mixer when my mixer started blowing smoke. I coughed, turned it off and unplugged it immediately. Now, this mixer is the very first mixer my mother gave me when I started baking over 15 years ago so it has some sentimentalΒ value behind it. I hadn’t used my mixer in a while so maybe the dust particles needed to be blown off, I let it cool off and started mixing by hand. After a few minutes I plugged it back in, turned it on and waited.. nothing. I put it back in the box and tossed it in the trash. Because I wanted to ensure my cake was moist, I wasn’t confident mixing without a mixer. My neighbors weren’t home and I didn’t want to text anyone with it being so late so I started mixing by hand and changed the recipe to vegan cookies. Once I finished the cookies, I cleaned up the kitchen and called it a night. Side note- Vegan butter is not cheap!

After a few hours of sleeping, I woke up and started preparing my peachΒ cobbler. I took a stab at baking a peach cobbler several years ago and when it tasted NOTHING like Big Mama’s, I let it rest. I decided to give it another try and it turned out really good. The family loved it! I 86’d the pound cake because I didn’t have a mixer and didn’t have time to go buy one, bake it and be at church with my momz by the time it started so I found a Mexican bakery that did homemade cakes. The cake was all chocolate with a coffee taste inside- Momz is a coffee drinker so that was perfect.

I was late getting to church but I made it just in time to enjoy the rest of the service with momz and see her smile. It was nice. Mother’s Day turned out to be better than I expected. Although our relationship is not where I’d like it to be, I’m going to keep trying because in reality, she won’t be here forever so I have to put pride aside and cherish those moments while I have the chance. We had a great time with family, all the mother’s enjoyed themselves and it was simply a beautiful day.

Happy Mother’s Day to all! -Corrita

Posted in Live~Laugh~Life, The Psychoanalysis of Tom and Tina

Mother’s Day Eve πŸ₯€

Mother’s Day is not a favorite “holiday” of mine. Never has been. I was blessed to be adopted as a baby and had a life well-provided for but my relationships with my mothers (adoptive and bio) have not been the best. If you truly know me and we’ve had conversations on a deeper level, it’s no secret. It’s an area in my life that has always been strained, strange to discuss and hard to overcome from a pre-teen to now. I’m surrounded by sooo many women: sisters, Aunts, my Grandmother, God-Mother, co-workers and friends whom I look up to but it’s absolutely nothing like having a mother/daughter relationship. Yearned for but never had.

With the help of a friend, a few months ago I got into therapy to address those dark areas in my life. As I did my homework things started looking up. In the AA community, therapy isn’t always a go-to solution. For years I’ve always heard “just pray about it”. I do and I have prayed but sometimes a fix is needed on a deeper level. At first I was a bit ashamed about it but when I sat and thought, you shouldn’t be ashamed of something that will help you grow. I too want to be a therapist at some point and I need to understand from the client’s perspective what it’s like sitting on the other side of the couch spilling your words on sensitive subjects.

I was invited and asked to do a poem at a Mother’s Day breakfast last week. As I was writing and gathering my thoughts I didn’t only want to talk about the beautiful things or happy times of Mother’s Day because that’s not everyone’s experience. A lot of women find that day hard for a number of reasons, including myself. By the end, it was not only therapeutic for me but helpful for other women as well. Saying that to say, never Judge a person’s story if the day isn’t all about happy feelings, flowers and champagne. You never know another’s person’s walk. Today has not been a good day, at all. I’ve been in the house and to myself but I have to do some baking and will find the strength to attend church with my mother tomorrow so tomorrow will be a better day. –Corrita πŸ’›