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Author's Note: Paying homage to an organization and to volunteerism. This was originally written April 10, 2013.

Walking into a new place

Not sure what I’m about to face

Receive the assignment for the day

Do not mind working without pay

Feelings of distress, room smells like smoke

Fire destroys lives, takes away hope

Paper processing, lots of frustration

Sad to see this happen so often

Voices crack, eyes become watery

Try to answer questions, listen to their story

Responsible to explain the next step

Intake is a challenge, one I gladly accept

Take notes, be an observer

Learning how to be an effective caseworker

Gain experience and develop new skills

Someday this will help pay some bills

Love helping others, this my future career

Very proud to be an American Red Cross volunteer!

Nails, flowers, and dining

"Nails"

I'm a girly girl. I love nail polish and enjoy changing colors or experimenting with new ones. I decided to go with green with some added sparkle. I love bling too! Standing at Starbucks yesterday waiting for my usual, chai latte, I decided to snap a picture of my pretty nails. They're simple yet shiny. Every spring, I like to wear colors that represent the season, as well as fit my personality. Usually those contain metallics, bright, earth tone colors. I wear dark colors sometimes but mostly during the winter season. I'm an earthly woman (born on Earth Day), bubbly, and a nature fanatic. Colors are a great way to represent one's personality. Sparkle just enhances that in my opinion. Oh and yes, the chai latte was super yummy!

"Flowers"

They say diamonds are a girl's best friend. I would agree it certainly is mine. It's also my birthstone (hint hint to my future fiancé out there). However, I think flowers are also a girl's best friend. I love flowers. I love all types but especially love sunflowers (hence my email name), carnations, tulips, and of course roses. Another reason I love the spring season is the blooming of flowers. I had a chance to experience some pretty ones at the Brooklyn Promenade. I went there to reflect by the waterfront, but also to check out the flowers and interesting payphone. Payphones in the city are seemingly becoming outdated, at least the traditional one. Virtual payphones are in the works. I like technology but sometimes I feel we're becoming a robotic world. What's going to be next, virtual people, virtual emotions? I hope not! For now, it's best I enjoy nature in its real form. Some things computers just can't replace. 

"Dining"

I'm still celebrating my 32nd year of life as April ends. I feel blessed to have reunited with some former co-workers and friends as they celebrated with me. We laughed, ate well, and caught up on life's happenings. I visited my friend at her bakery in Sunset Park, Brooklyn. I used to go there every day when I used to teach. We haven't seen each other in a long time. It was nice to spend time with her and have the delicious baked goods. She makes the best tea and coffee. Yes I had both and don't feel guilty about it! I also saw another friend who frequents there often. It was nice to see him too. I love going to Sunset Park neighborhood. I hope to live there someday. The way I walk through the neighborhood, one would think I already do.

It's no secret how much I enjoy eating good food. I like to go out to restaurants and especially diners. Diners I love most because it feels like home. The people are usually friendly and the atmosphere is down-to-earth. I also like that you can stay for long periods without being rushed. I like to eat different types of cuisine, and enjoy good presentation. I love pasta and occasionally a glass of wine. I like beer and certain liquors but wine is my favorite. I don't like strong, bitter alcohol. It hurts my stomach.   I like wine, because it's so classy. Something about having it with a nice pasta dish makes me feel elegant. I'm such a simple person; it doesn't take much to make me happy. 

Reflection

I took some days off from writing, volunteering, and being on social media. I do this sometimes to be one with myself. I miss the camaraderie from everyone, but I'm always around paying attention to what's going on. I'm on a journey focusing on inner peace and prayer. I pray always, but I'm learning to strengthen my spirituality and faith. Inspiration is important in my life. It's what keeps me motivated in pursuing all my dreams. I'm putting me first in decisions made, activities or social things I'm involved in, and most importantly maintaining self-care. I have some things to look forward to, but need to be ready emotionally to be successful. I already took steps towards that. Stay tuned.

PS: I love music. It really helps keep me grounded. It's a part of me.

Happy 32nd Year of Life

Monday, April 22, 2013
 
"I thank you Lord for allowing me to be here"

I woke up a little after 9am. As I stretched my arms out, the sunlight was beaming through my now empty room. I rubbed my eyes so I can take in the light. I smiled and sat up to say my prayers. Last week was a hard week of cleaning, and putting things in storage after having a bed bug outbreak. My back and hip are still sore. "I thank you Lord for allowing me to be here, to be alive on this 32nd year of life." After prayer, I noticed my phone was buzzing and it was Facebook and Twitter messages. My smile grew bigger by the amount of birthday wishes I was receiving, especially on Facebook. I felt honored. My mom walked in the room and said, "Happy birthday Professor," giving me a hug. I thanked her as she says, "Any comments?" I said yes and showed her my Facebook profile page. She was surprised too.

"I feel happy"

While drinking tea and eating a bagel, I admired the empty apartment. We worked hard and now it's clean with no bugs, no excess stuff, just space. I like it. Mom asked me, "How do you feel?" I replied, "I feel happy, because I'm just glad to be here to see another year." Mom sipped her coffee and then asks, "What are your plans for today?" "Nothing," I smiled, "I didn't make any plans and glad I didn't. Since my birthday fell on a Monday, it's hard to plan something when it's a workday. As for today, I am just going with the flow." We sat and talked for an hour. She received a call and I went back on social media to see the endless posts and happy messages. I responded to them all.

"I'm used to giving my all to people, so when it happens to me I don't know how to be"

On Sunday, I was overwhelmed with joy when I received a beautiful fruit arrangement from my friends from the Mocker Trail Team group on Facebook. That was truly unexpected. I felt honored and touched. I held back tears, because I was just expressing to my mom that at times I don't feel important. That's when the doorbell rang. God is good. I thank them all for thinking of me.

Two Fridays ago, I went out with some Trail Team members and friends for dinner. We laughed and talked so much that we didn't order anything yet. As I looked at the menu, I heard, "Hello...happy happy." When I looked up, I saw my dear friend smiling at me as I said in a soft voice, "Mocker." I quietly laugh at myself, because the way I said his name (and probably the way I looked), is something
you'd see in a soap opera! I can be so dramatic when I'm around him, haha! I don't know, something about Greg Mocker intrigues me and makes me react that way! That's my buddy. I thanked him for coming and told him he's my gift. He smiled. That made my night. I really had a nice time with everyone and appreciate them for celebrating with me.

Shortly after I got dressed to go to the store, I received another fruit arrangement and flowers from my dad. I felt great. Even at 32, I still love receiving balloons. I will always love receiving flowers. They make me smile. The fruit is delicious! I went out to the store and bought some Chinese takeout, and a slice of Dominican cake from my friend's store. I came back in time to watch PIX11 news and the 5@5 with Tamsen Fadal and Mocker. For fun, I had Mom take a picture of me in front of the TV. I tweeted them with the caption, "Celebrating my #bday32 with my friends." I can't help it, I love watching PIX11 news. A big shout out to Tamsen, Mocker, Kaity Tong and Larry Mendte for wishing me a happy birthday! I really admire them and everyone at PIX!

"Thank you for making my special day more special"

After Mom and I had dinner, Dad stopped by. I gave him a big hug and thanked him for the surprises. "Thank you both for giving me life and for just being here. That means more to me than anything else," I told my parents as I tried not to cry. I'm such a water bag! My dad smiled and said, "Thank you for being who you are." My brother later came in and wished me a happy day. I think he was happy to see me happy. He knows how I've been feeling lately. He's not the expressive type but his actions let me know how he feels. Around 9pm, I made a video thanking everyone for making my special day more special. I appreciate everyone for their love and support of me on this journey called life. It means more to me than they know.
 Here's my thank you video:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UE7YJUPADUM



Reflection

My goal for this 32nd year is to regain inner peace. I want to feel calm and not worry as much. I've taken the first step on Saturday. I took a class called Damage Assessment Basics at the Red Cross about assessing damage after a disaster both nationally and locally. It was a great class and  I learned a lot. I told my manager that I decided to take a mini break from volunteering. I want to be emotionally stronger to handle disaster related stuff, and help clients effectively. I can't do that if I have unsettled issues plaguing my heart. The main issue I have now is not being where I want to be. I haven't felt important since losing my job, and I know that's not good because a job doesn't or shouldn't define me. Also, my careers (ESL teaching, writing, social work) are at a standstill for different reasons. Social work is a process and I won't become a social worker until I receive my Master's degree, and become licensed. I look forward to grad school next January. However, ESL teaching seems to be difficult to get back into with the drastic budget cuts and closing of programs. Writing, like social work is a process, except that I'm doing it now. I would like to take my writing to the next level. I want to do more freelance journalism work, as well as become published. There's still a lot I need to learn about the journalism business, but I'm willing to take steps in finding out. Competition is fierce in all my careers so I have to work harder.

One mistake I make is I'm way too hard on myself. I have to take time out for self, and not try to be a superhero. I think of myself as one sometimes. I've let my pride stop me from being human. It's okay to ask for help. It's hard for me, but I'm trying not to be so stubborn. Another step to inner peace is learning to love myself more. I beat myself up too much and my poor heart can't take it! I have to let love in and learn to trust again. I tend to tell friends to put their wall down, and let people in when in fact I do the same just differently. I bring people in my life but don't allow myself to be vulnerable around them. In fairness, many haven't seen me cry or get upset. They know me as always being bubbly. Friendship has many sides to it just like human beings. A true friend is one who accepts another for their good, their bad, and sometimes their ugly. Writing isn't enough when it comes to self-expression. People, I mean, friends need to experience it up close and personal. I'm learning.

I'm happy to be 32 and look forward to a year of happiness, more smiles, and making a difference in my life and in the world one step at a time.

Come far

From baby to little girl

Talk to the wind and a squirrel

Picking rocks in grandma’s backyard

Write to receive pen pal postcard

Grammar school was fun

Love swinging under the sun

For five cents, chew super bubble

Like the crunch of eating an apple

Junior high was a horror

Two years filled with anger

Fights and gang violence

Classmates killed, Monday morning silence

Overcame bullying to salutatorian

Happy to graduate, felt born again

High school was a blast

Made many friends, years went by fast

Explored writing, loved geology

Roam through Central Park carefree

College years took many turns

Dropouts and several returns

Eventually graduating with a degree

Who’d have thought I ended up with three?

From interning as a geology major

A great experience I’ll remember forever

To teaching adult literacy and ESL

Something new I would surprisingly do well

First full time job, new profession

Enjoyed teaching in Manhattan and Brooklyn

Nice boss, co-workers and I became friends

Attended conferences on the weekends

Students worked hard, good personality

Always felt honored how they welcomed me

Dance and sing when teaching grammar

Learned about job search and interview posture

Would tell students that English is like a test

“It’s a process, always try your best”

Questionable budget cuts, hip illness

Classes stopped, feeling hopeless

Stand amongst many on the unemployment line

Smile pretending to be fine

January was the date for surgery

Quiet and gloomy Thursday

Scared but remained brave

Recovered and spiritually forgave

Wrote a lot, pursued a new career

Will begin grad school next year

Teaching is missed everyday

Currently volunteer near a favorite café

Still unable to land a job, feel like a failure

Wish I could erase this ugly picture

This time of life is rough

Wonder if I’ve come far enough

My NYC poetweet: an extension

Author's note: In the spirit of poetry and the annual NYC Poetweet contest, I came up with my own poetweet except it maximizes the 140 character limit.

Noise complaints, car beeps

New York City never sleeps

Must LOOK for new ways

For our streets have seen better days

Rats everywhere taking control

Watch out for that growing sinkhole!

Paint peels from subway walls

311 receives thousands of calls

Dollar extra for a new Metrocard

Fare hikes hit the pocket hard

Good luck in finding a cabbie

A drive to outer boroughs is costly

Broken sidewalk, historic cobble stone

Does anyone still use the payphone?

 Fastrack schedules, bus delays

We need more clean subways

Now that this poem is complete

            Too bad it won’t win the poetweet