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Reverb 10 (25) – A Few Thousand Words

Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you.

I have waited to post this Reverb because it has been the hardest one so far.  I cannot just pick one photograph that epitomizes who I am or strive to be. . .it’s so hard. . .and I’m usually the one behind the lens.  I’m not a simple person so what I engulf myself in definitely isn’t simple either.  I only have a few facets of myself, but they are all so distinct. . .that “one” photograph only speaks a hundred words of me. . .but the following speaking thousands of me.

Shot with the selftimer. . .these people have made me challenge myself to dive into shenanigans after a hard day of work.

Shot by me. . .yet, I'm still in it. . .as much as I hate to give my life to journalism. . .it is me.

Bailando. . .only time I don't worry. . .even though it always takes a few to get me there.

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Reverb 10 (28) – Success WILL be mine

What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.

There are two things I want to achieve in 2011

  1. April 30 – Graduation
  2. Hopefully some time before then – Acceptance letter to the University of Miami . . . with them wanting to pay me to be educated by them

Once I earn those two things you better believe I’ll feel free. . .blissful. . .complete. . .happy. . .It will be my self-actualization, well, at least for being 21.  I’ve dedicated sleepless nights. . .my health because of poor eating habits because I was always stuck in the Southern Office and by ignoring the headaches I get to complete assignment. . .I’ve given up weekends of rest to gain two steps on competition. . .and sacrificed relationships (but, the ones with the people who do love me the most are still here). . .all for wanting to go into journalism. . .when those two things become reality. . .then all I’ll be able to do is cry. . .’cause that’s what I do.

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Reverb 10 (24) – Just a moment in time

What was the best moment that could serve as proof that everything is going to be alright? And how will you incorporate that discovery into the year ahead?

This summer I was preparing for my final year of college.  I was only four classes and one internship away from graduation, but I was already buried in student loan debt and being denied every where.  One night I completely broke down and all my family could do to console me was tell me to leave it in His hands.  I did.

My abuela passed away two days before the semester started after losing the battle to Breast Cancer. . .she left all of the grandchildren an amount of money. . .she paid for my final year of college.  She made this final year possible.

I’m not saying her dying was a pure blessing. . .it still hurt to lose her and it still does to this day. . .but, through her death and generosity I am now just one class and an internship away from graduation.

He knew why I was being denied loans.  He knew there was no reason for me to add to my debt.  He knew that everything was going to be okay.

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Reverb 10 (23) – Hello, my name is. . .

Let’s meet again, for the first time. If you could introduce yourself to strangers by another name for just one day, what would it be and why?

Oh, wow. . .a new name.  I use to always complain about mine. . .primarily because of the way I earned my name, but I have come to terms with it.  I adore my last name because the people I know with it are family and so being a rarity is. . .nice.  I wouldn’t mind changing my middle name to Ana.  My middle name is Ann and its for Bella (mom) because only English speakers were always unable to say her name, Amparo, and she was nicknamed Ann. . .but, I like Ana better. . .more Latino ;)

 

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