Music or Sports for Mi Familia?



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The majority of our family, on both sides, are major sports fans and their lives revolve around sports:  coaching teams, taking their kids to and from sporting events, watching sports, cheerleading.   I’ve always admired the discipline that they have when it comes to sports – it takes both physical and mental agility, ability, and passion to watch what you eat, to make sure your body gets enough rest, to get yourself to and from sporting events, near and far.   I guess it could be said that we have a family of jocks.   When they are all together and enjoying sports, I sit back and think, “I would love to really be a part of all that, why can’t I get into that?”    It’s fun to watch the fam represent their teams too:  A’s, Giants, 49ers, Raiders, Bears, Cowboys, Yankees…

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Then I think some more, and I realize that my familia DOES have a sport.  Our lives revolve around it, we take our kids to/from events, we watch it, we enjoy it, we cheer them on:  our ‘sport’ is LA MUSICA.   Music takes a different side of mental and physical agility, ability and passion.  I’ve heard my Dad say, many times, that he cannot eat before a gig, as it doesn’t allow him to fully breathe to sing.  I’ve watched my familia juggle travel time to and from gigs, loading equipment, rehearsing, the bus coming to the Ranch at 3,4,5 in the morning and STILL go to school and work.   While there may no sports teams up in here, it’s all about artists, bands, musicians and everyone has their favorites!

I never had the patience  to learn sports or play music.  I do, however, have mad respect for those who do.  It’s great to see the positive vibe that all sports has on our fam.  Our sports familia works it in daylight hours  from 9am-5pm for their events;  the music fam works it evening hours from 9pm-5am LOL.   I especially love to watch the ones who teach or coach … so many of my cousins coach and mentor their lil ones as well as have an effect on countless other kids via sports.   So fun to watch Dad and siblings teach our lil ones how to play a cumbia, how to pronounce the words in Spanish before they sing the songs, and to see how incredibly accomplished my siblings are musically not to mention my nieces and nephews.

I guess that the way that I support both sides of my familia is the way that the majority of people do:  as a FAN or by listening to music as I walk LOL.    SUPPORT your family sport or hobby today, work it and enjoy it together!    

Below are random pics of my familia enjoying their sport of choice!

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My Lost Voice: Inner Chingona Helps Me Get my Shout Back.

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SonsaTontaPendejaMensa yo.   The minute I started to actually talk myself OUT of what I should think, say, or write, with each passing month, I began to lose the most powerful part of myself. My voice.

Ever since I can remember, I have always had an opinion. Even when I was told to shut my big mouth, which was often, I never could. It was like I just HAD TO get my voice heard.   I was never afraid to speak up.

For the majority of my life, this was always the way I lived. My voice (with Inner Chingona’s help) was able to open so many doors for me, walk into any room, do whatever I wanted, go after any goal. Nothing could stop me.

So if nothing could stop me, que paso? Someone entered my life and, instead of appreciating my opinion, made the decision make me pay for having an opinion and for having family, friends, opportunities and goals. This person used everything that I had ever said in confidence against me and told anyone who would listen. It was at this moment that I stopped thinking for myself, stopped having my opinion, stopped writing with conviction  — I started holding things back in efforts to protect others. At the time, I thought that this was the thing to do. I spent months and months blaming myself for what this person took from me and, once I began to heal, I realized that all of this drama was NOT mine.  Ironically, this person was trying to find his voice, at the expense of mine.

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One short month ago, I made the scary decision to say ‘vayanse a la chingada to all of these demons, real and imagined. After a couple of years of holding back, holding things in, shutting down and, more important, when I realized that I hadn’t written ANYTHING  in three months, it was finally time to gather my tears, fears and carry on Inner Chingona style.

Now I feel like a baby who is learning how to say her first words: everything is hesitant, nothing is coming out right, who knows how it will sound? can I do it? I also ask myself the following: will my words ever be used against me so viciously with others? will I ever be able to shout again with confidence? will I ever be able to write with the passion that I once had and, more important, write for ME and not for, or in spite of,  others?

Today, the only thing that I know is:  I am a good writer;  I love to write, I “have” to write, it is an essential part of my voice
and I’ve missed it with a passion! So with some fear and a lil bit of ‘chorros’, I am back LOL.

FOLLOW YOUR PASSION, whatever it may be,  everything else will fall back into place.