I’m a Bad🤨$$, you’re a Bad🤨$$, we are ALL Bad🤨$$es!!!

The past few weeks have left me exhausted and depleted, once again. Yes, there has been some joy and fun, but between planning my daughter’s 13th birthday party, surviving another Mother’s Day, my daughter’s trip to Puerto Rico, and a few other energy-consuming events, this Memorial Day weekend came as a welcome opportunity to nap, rest as much as possible, and recharge. The very rainy weekend here helped with that.

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my grief therapist about how I’m still so tired, and how my brain hasn’t fully recovered, and how so many things still fall through the cracks. And, and, and…

I try not to “should” all over myself, but I think subconsciously I was expecting to be much better by now. I mean, I’m freaking putting in the work, right? I go to therapy, support groups, I write, I move, I meditate, I pray, I spend time with framily, I chase joy.

But she said something super enlightening and liberating: “You were with your husband for 20 years 💡 It will take some time”. She hadn’t even finished the sentence when I thought, Oh my gosh, yes!!! How can I expect to be mostly better only two and a half years after his death?

“You are doing great, you are doing the work” she added. Thank God for therapists!!!

So, over and over, through different recent situations, I’ve had to pep talk myself… and now I’m paying it forward. Let this be our

Reminder to Self 📝

Yes, we are ALL Bad@$$es!

❤️‍🩹 Because we get up everyday and choose life, even if it doesn’t make sense right now and it does not feel worth living. And we get up from the bed- sometimes, and we take a shower -sometimes- and we brush our teeth – sometimes. And maybe brush our hair or throw some make up once in a while.

💔 Because we are still here. Standing, maybe wobbly. Moving forward, maybe limping. But choosing to live while we are alive, at our own pace, in our own way.

🖤 Because we continue to face life after the most horrific event of our lives. We’ve learned to fix toilets (even if we don’t want to!), call insurance companies, manage finances, nurture kids and/or pets, renew the car registration, make meals, and do hair, and so much more, on our own. All while fighting with everything we have left to recover from the traumatic brain, body, and soul injury that is losing your person.

❤️‍🩹 Because we choose to feel love, pain, and grief. We choose to cry, sit, and honor the suck, the guttural cries and primitive screams at our husbands for dying, at the Universe for the shitty move, at God for allowing it. And then we wipe ourselves off, get up, make a meal, do some laundry, pay a bill, go to work, hug our kids.

💔 Because so far, we have survived 100% of our worst days.

🖤 Because we continue to learn what is really important in life and what is not. Who is really important in our lives and who is not. And we start to grow some cojones and set boundaries, and say no to toxicity and drama.  We continue to let go of what doesn’t serve us. Ain’t nobody got time for that!

And that, my friends, is bad@$$ 💛

What makes you feel like a Bad@$$? Feel free to share the wisdom.

Hasta la próxima! Until next weekPeace.