FEISTY MIND

Not only from books can a woman live; this is the intersection of my multiple layers.

  • Sayings and other quotes

    You know how people say “Let Jesus take the wheel”? For me, nowadays, that just sounds idiotic. As Blair Waldorf would say: “Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.” One of the biggest changes in my life came when I realized there’s…

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  • Sorry…my new year just starts in March. I’m opting out of the Gregorian calendar, like humans did long before we decided January needed life-changing resolutions. God forbid I let Pope Gregory XIII tell me what to do! January is cold, dark, and deeply depressive. February is just more of the same — and for those…

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  • The year I stopped pretending

    If I had to choose one sentence to define 2025, it would be this: I finally stopped lying to myself.About what I want, what I don’t want, and who I actually am when I’m not performing for anyone else. This year was not soft. It was not delicate. It was not wrapped in velvet bows.…

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  • History and Religion

    Discussing history and religious implications in my head is one of my pastimes. Born and raised Catholic, I have been agnostic for a long time now. I believe in magic, and therefore I believe that something more might be possible, even if it is, rationally speaking, improbable. The intricacies of Catholicism never cease to amaze…

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  • Villain Era

    I have to believe my father was a wise man. He knew, long before anyone ever dared to tell me, that the most important person in your life is you. First time he told me, I thought he was just a selfish person. After all, my mother drilled into me his flawed individuality since I…

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  • Magical Echos

    Don’t Blame me – Taylor Swift For you, I would cross the lineI would waste my timeI would lose my mindThey say, “She’s gone too far this time” (…) And baby, for you, I (I) would (would) fall from graceJust (just) to (to) touch your faceIf (if) you (you) walk awayI’d beg you on my…

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  • The end of this day

    The day was like any other. Just a regular day with a crappy schedule.Just another appointment with my mother at the hospital.Just a small hope that maybe this latest disease progression was a reversible mistake. Well, it is not. Today marks the day she is officially in palliative care.You’re welcome.We manage pain and discomfort now,…

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  • Out of the confort zone

    I hate it with all my being — the waiting, the buildup, the excruciating preparation. The more space I give it in my head, the bigger and uglier it becomes. So I try to downplay it. I tell myself it’s not a big thing, that it’s fine. But then the anxiety settles in anyway, staying…

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  • There’s no title

    Maybe, just maybe, I need to let the words out.But words shouldn’t be released.Words should stay inside, for the sake of everyone else. I could scream.I could let everything spill out from my clogged pores.But then again… adulthood.My most detested hood, without a doubt. Being an adult means knowing the consequences, and worse, caring about…

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  • Premonitions

    I would not call it exactly a premonition, but sometimes I know, somewhere in my gut, that certain things are going to happen. I knew the day my mother tried to kill herself. I was at the bottom of the stairs, all dressed up to have my birthday lunch with my father, and when she…

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