Reverb 10 (31) – My story

What central story is at the core of you, and how do you share it with the world?

My central story? Way to get all deep on me…let me think about this.

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Okay, I’m back. . .it’s the 3rd.

My central story. . .I had to re-read my posts from December and honestly, I feel like I have grown up.  I have always been too mature for some people. . .and not mature enough for my family.  This past year made me grow and according to my sister’s observation. . .I look older (I suppose all those all-nighters and weeks with only a few hours of sleep have aged me).

I have come to realize that I am one determined little fighter and only push myself to an extreme when I am doubted.  If someone tells me that I am not able to accomplish a certain task.  Rather than push myself. . .I doubt myself.  Rather than accomplish certain goals for myself. . .I do it for others.  It has been my weakness, but not anymore.

Over the past year I have learned to let go of negative feelings and people who hold me down – without me knowing at the time.  I have learned that there is very little I can achieve when I am genuinely dedicated.  I have learned that I have one of the best families in the world that keeps accepting me regardless of certain decisions I make and take pride in my work as much as I do – even if they don’t understand it sometimes.  I have also learned that I have the best familia at Florida Southern. . .who make me realize my full potential and strive to make me realize I can have a perfect balance of hard work during the day and shenanigans at night.

Reverb 10 (30) – Gift

This month, gifts and gift-giving can seem inescapable. What’s the most memorable gift, tangible or emotional, you received this year?

Honestly, its been the gift of a clean conscience when it comes to relationships with people. I may joke about being a player, but I always…ALWAYS….try to be careful of those I adore. I like to think that I’m able to have a clean conscience because I try to be honest and real…its a gift because I know a lot of people who hide behind a facade and I know one day…they’ll have to deal with that nonsense.

Reverb 10 (29) – Definining Moment

Describe a defining moment or series of events that has affected your life this year.

I’m sitting here tapping at my evo trying to figure out what series of events changed my life…I’ve come to the realization it was this Fall semester…here’s the order (and I’m late, I know):
Abuela passed away and I was able to finally have somewhat of a relationship with her.
I started the most trying semester of my collegiate career.
I earned an internship with the Detroit Tigers and it has taut me that I am capable of what I truly work for.
I challenged my relationship with my best friend – Henry.
I broke down after trying to run away from painful memories.
Henry came back from training and moved to Georgia (blessing).
My friendship with Prisc became stronger and we are truly sisters.
I strengthened friendships with my Southern Ladies & the familia.
I lost friends because of poor attitudes no matter how hard I tried.
I’ve come to appreciate my relationship with my blood family…and, they finally met Henry!

Each of those situations and the details of those situations have made me an Ash that is destined to succeed with His help, dedication, hard work, intelligence, and an attitude full of hope, amor and peace 🙂

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.