Don't Rush for Anyone

I'll be in 2024 until mid Feb

I wake up and savor my coffee, unbothered by protein intake or optimal hydration. Mateo leaves for school and blows me kisses until he’s out of sight and in the car. I shut the blinds. I put this music video on the TV as loud as it can go. I play it three times and then DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS followed by LA MuDANZA. I try on dresses for a wedding next month.

Doechii sets the vibe to answer emails — from editors, a new accountant. Last year I let silence consume me and ended up in the hospital. My phone stays on Do Not Disturb. Health was going to be my word of the year but it’s not. It’s pleasure. I’ve been sick all year but now it’s the 14th and I’m not anymore.

~ A week prior:

This is my HOME Mateo snaps at the stewardess who just told us to enjoy our trip as we exit our Dallas to Cabo flight, the second plane of the day, after a month abroad.

Upon arrival, we realize our cats chewed the internet chord, again. I don’t care. I put my phone on the counter and take a shower. I am so excited to be in mamiandpapiandMateo’s bed.

When I wake up, I see Los Angeles in flames. My friends have evacuated their homes, their city is on fire. Everything is not fine.

~ A week before that:

January 1st feels like a clean slate for five minutes. I un-ironically rush through this draft as if the year won’t begin until I post my ins and outs.

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I love when my friends ask me for this. Reflection creates the space necessary to evolve. I usually do this stuff alone. It’s nice to have friends who are open and will cry with you in a booth at Yardhouse. I love lemon pepper wings and sour beers and crying.

I have yet to set intentions. Winter is for rest.

By January 3rd, I am a mess. One of my nails chips so I peel the gel off the rest.

I stopped getting my nails done in Mexico. In Miami, there are rules I can’t seem to break. Either way I’m here, on time. The music is too loud. Shuly’s on Miami time, running late and showering me with compliments. I forgot my book. There’s no wifi. Gracias Shuly. Breathe. Why am I in a rush? Don’t rush for anyone, Paula says during yoga. In: breathing, out: rushing.

I’m nervous because I’m leaving in three days. I miss the cats. I’m scared that there’s mold in my house. We’ll have to move and our new couch just came in. I need to find an accountant. I don’t want to say my goodbyes. I don’t want to watch Mateo say his. But he won’t, he never can. He lets them hang in the air, heavy and unfinished.

The following day, I take my phone to get fixed. The camera glass has been broken for months and it’s driving me nuts. The guy at the counter looks at me down at the phone and back at me and says I think it’s just the screen protector do you want me to peel it off and I say what and he says look and he peels it off and my phone isn’t broken it NEVER WAS. Everything’s fine. We’re on a rock in the sky. I’d rather be on a rock in a river.

Mateo tells us I am so excited to be in mami and papi and Mateo’s bed and everything is fine, again. We’re ready.

Processing 2024

You can start off by taking a few deep breaths. (do it)

(optional) Reflect through each month (go through your camera roll) and write a few sentences on whatever comes to mind. Take in the past 12 months and answer the following prompts however you'd like — pen to paper or on your notes app I’m not judging.

Journal Prompts

In 2024 I learned...

In 2024 I achieved...

What was wonderful?

What was hard?

Who were your people?

I am letting go of...

I am calling in...

Who are you no longer willing to be?

What drains you?

What do you love most about your life right now?

Everyone wants to be successful, but success means something different to everyone. This year taught me that I find success through the creation of meaning.

That’s all for now. If you want the 2025 intention setting prompts, text me. But I’m not there yet and I’m not rushing. I think I’ll begin the new year next month, if not March. By March definitely.

2025 in: dancing, out: being a fucking weirdo

St. Augustine, FL where one of Marcello’s cousin’s boyfriend’s parents showed up to NYE sick and coughed all over the food and slowly but surely all of us went down and it is now January 10th and I’m coming up for air