You Can’t Deposit Excuses

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I received a friendly reminder from a friend that it’s been a month since my last post. #OUCH

Yes, it’s true. I completely let fiesta go by the wayside as I took a trip to NYC (yipee!) and indulged in being offline. Not that I don’t want to keep consistent or have fiesta be unsuccessful, it’s just…I needed a break. At first I made excuses as to why I wasn’t posting: not enough time, no wheaties, no engery, family emergencies, blah, blah, blah. But these excuses weren’t 100% truthful. When I sat down this morning and asked myself “Why, Moni?” it was simple: I didn’t’ want to. This sheer fact made me a bit sad but relieved. I’d finally owned up to myself and it felt goooood!

Take yourself by the hand and roll with it.

Giving myself the room to be real is long overdue. I’m happily one year older and wiser with a spirit that aims to live my life unapologetically. This blog, this tiny space on the internet, lives and breathes upon my will and if I’m not ready or willing to write, it’s ok.

Give yourself room to chill.

I do have some exciting news in lieu of my absence: I’ve decided to move to Austin, Texas. I’m thinking that this step forward will be nothing less than thrilling…hello live music city! Returning to my home (20 years ago) is sort of daunting. Everyone I know there is quite settled and I will be the complete opposite. So, here’s to leaning on opposites attract 😉

xoxo

Moni

A Little Monday Wordsmith 🖋

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I felt massive Monday blues night while watching the NBA playoffs last fnals. All the feels of “Why do I have to do this thing called a ‘work week’ again…” started to creep in and give me anxiety. But then I breathed, and reminded myself that Mondays are no different than Tuesdays, Wednesdays or Thursdays.

Why not take an optimistic perspective of kicking off the week on a high note!

Here are a few wordsmith inspos to get your mind grooving into a brand new week full of opportunity and I hope, coffee ☕️

Enjoy. xo Moni 

Enough Is Enough

I’ve chosen to lightly use my blog to speak about political issues or states of change that obviously need to happenbut after yesterday, enough is enough. 

#SeeSomethingSaySomething was conicodnetally something I leaves back in grade school and couldn’t be more relevant than today. 

Our world is depending upon us to treat thy neighbor as you would thyself and with respect. We don’t have to agree with each other. We’d Int have to believe in the same God or Ala. We don’t have to exchange a single word with a stranger. But we should value human life and breathe. And we should not believe that we are, as humans, justified in taking someone else’s life at our pleasing.

It’s sick to think that people are out there with this (violence and death) as their main life’s objective. I’m not sure where this mentally stems from or if history is simply trying to replay itself to teach us a lesson on listening. I mention listening because I feel that’s something I have to work on and keep working on until this current social climate changes. I urge you to do the same and encourage others to act peacefully.

xo Moni 

It’s our time to step up in justice and because enough is enough. 

Down With Cutouts

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Trying a few new things out with this post and look:

1. I’m publishing from my iPhone 📱 What?! That’s right. I’m finally figuring out how to work my mobile and most likely opening Pandora’s box in the process. Watch out!

2. Being a 70s child 👶🏼 means that Cher to Olivia Newton John were my fashion idols—and still are along with Whitney Houston and Selena (the Tejano legend not Gen Y star). So when I found this cutout jumper at TJMaxx for $19.99, I didn’t think twice about buying it.

3. For many years I worked in the fashion industry but behind the camera. I was everything from a stylist assistant, tailor, PR Manager, Producer and fit model. Now I’m finally ready to be a bit more forward facing and in the process, I’m learning so much about myself. All good things which is more than I could ask for.

4. Let’s not forget about the accessories in this look: Michael Kors fanny pack, Coach sunnnies and Ralph Lauren wedges. FYI: My charm bracelet is from James Avery 💕 and I’m pretty sure some of the charms are 20 years old. Yikes…

PS. I’m in search of an App to “layout” my blog posts before I post. Wondering if anyone out there is using something on their phones.

Xo Moni

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Mood: Black And White

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I’m mentally preparing to travel to NYC + Brooklyn for 14 days and honestly, I can’t contain myself. I keep wondering what I’ll do or where I’ll go because I’m not pre-planning a single event. Crazy? I’m dreaming of wandering and window shopping—maybe meeting someone new and just soaking up NYC. Read More

Memorial “Decoration” Day 2017

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30 May 1899, Washington, DC, USA — Schoolchildren gather masses of daisies for Memorial Day, formerly called Decoration Day. — Image by © CORBIS

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Beach BBQ’s and family gatherings are on fire this weekend in thanks to one reason: Memorial Day. While I’m not related to anyone that has died while serving our country, I do have brothers who have served, as well as extended family. I’m always in awe of those who enlist willingly, wholeheartedly, and courageously. Where would we be without these men and women who have given their lives in the name of democracy? My 1st amendment rights have been protected by their decision of service and I am grateful—even a little choked up about it. Maybe it’s because I finally get it. The United States of America is something to be proud of despite our current political climate. It is built up and by incredible souls who are ready to fight and protect our liberties.

I don’t even know all these soldiers but I’m humbled by their service.

May everyone who is mourning loved ones who’ve died in the act of service be consoled today. And for those who are still serving, thank you. It takes more than guts or physical strength to do what you do. You’re putting your heart on the line and it’s not going unnoticed.

xo Moni

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Spring To Summer Fashion Report

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It’s really easy to transition from Spring to Summer when there are overcast days and windy evenings. For some reason, a sharp contrast in weather always signals a season change as well as cue to rethink my wardrobe—So what better time than to produce my first collaborative fiesta fashion photo shoot with photographer Becca Violette. Plus, I secretly wanted an excuse to dress up and ditch my cute activewear 😂 Read More

Love For All. Hatred For None.

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Joe Giddens/PA Images via Getty Images People leave tributes in Albert Square in Manchester, England on May 23, 2017. via Billboard.com

When news broke of a “massacre” in Manchester I first thought, “Wait, what just happened? That [Ariana Grande] concert was probably filled with young girls—teens close to my niece’s age!” And then it sunk, deep down inside, that this horrific news was actually true. I had no words. None. I wanted to hang onto shreds of disbelief but as I flipped through channel after channel, trying to gather greater details, the reality of our world and terrorism became overwhelming. Nothing in these moments could explain how shocked I felt and simultaneously how my mind was recalling recent memories of accompanying my sister to buy Ariana perfume for my niece at Ulta…and plans of surprising her with Ariana concert tickets…and how this could have been us but in a different city…

If you or your family have suffered a loss from this senseless act of evil I want you to know that I am sending my deepest condolences. I can’t imagine what you’re going through or what you’re thinking. Your loved ones did not deserve this and I’m sorry for your loss.

xo Moni

 

Exposed: Paraneoplastic Limbic Encephalitis

It’s been exactly 15 days since my last post and I feel as if it’s only been 2. Since I’ve written, I’ve visited Austin twice, accepted a 30 Day Squat Challenge, started my volunteer assignment at Coastal Bend Business Innovation Center, and began another MBA course. I also had my very first Blackberry Iced Latte thanks to the folks at Green Light Coffee. Phew! I get tired just writing about two very short weeks but I’m smiling because this time last year I was not moving much. Based upon my iPhoto and video library, early 2016 was still a period of health uncertainty. I’d regained most of my physical strength post chemotherapy but my brain was still healing—“running on fumes” and experiencing bouts of “turbulence” as noted by my doctors. Therefore, if I couldn’t acknowledge my limitations caused by Paraneoplastic Limbic Encephalitis via Ovarian Cancer, neither could my doctors, family, or friends. These moments simply came and went as my brain found new neural pathways for my body to function.

This disease is so rare and at times crippling. It leaves not only you, but your caretakers at a loss of what to do. Everyday is a new day and with it comes memory recall and sometimes short term memory loss. It’s both strange and sometimes isolating. I often feel as if I’m living in some sort of Groundhogs Day that isn’t serving me much except for the fact that I can easily forget the good, bad, and ugly which leaves little room for regret. Seriously, I’m not sure why my life’s plan was set out to be like this but thanks to an ample amount of therapy and prayer I’ve come to know this:

To live in fear is to be crippled beyond your mind and body.

How I cling to these words and thoughts is not because of physical or mental strength. Yes, each day I embrace exercise and diet with trust that I’m not going anywhere, as in dying, and my cancer is in “remission.” I’m no longer scared because of my faith and trust that God wants me in this place, at this moment. A little grace from the man upstairs and a bit of effort on my part has healed me beyond the rounds immunotherapy that are quite hazy and not missed at all.

I’ve wanted to write about this journey but I’ve been too scared to share my feelings and even what little video I’m okay at looking back at with caution. I then reminded myself that this disease and cancer does not rule me! Sure, this digital throwback exposes me beyond my wildest dreams so might as well share, learn, grow, and maybe, just maybe, shed light on a rare medical perplexity that’s living inside of me (or maybe someone you know) everyday.

xo Moni

PS. The video posted above is of me experiencing involuntary movements and tremors due to Paraneoplastic Limbic Encephalitis via Ovarian Cancer – Teratoma. If this looks like you or anyone you know, I urge you to consult with your doctor asap.

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Picture of me as of May 2017