I started this blog back in 2011 and I haven't been posting regularly for a while now. Life got a little crazy, I had a new demanding job, new relationship and I started a masters degree in journalism. I tried to conform my existing blog to a class I was taking in order to save myself some time and guarantee that I wouldn't leave my blog behind. It sounded like a great idea, but it backfired. Now I realize that when I tried to conform my ideas to fit someone else's criteria my blog lost its soul and I lost my passion for it. I lost my way.
That being said, this blog is titled Tell Me Quién Soy. There is a reason for that. A couple of years ago I started to feel the pressure of the world telling me who I was supposed to be. I am supposed to be a fighter. I am supposed to be a professional. I am supposed to be strong. I am supposed to be feminine. I am supposed to be attractive. I am supposed to be well rounded. I am supposed to be... so many things. It is easy to get lost in all of the expectations the world puts upon you. It is hard to be a woman in the world today.
To be honest, I say that because I feel I can say it with conviction. I am not a man. I don't know how easy or how hard it is to be a man today. I try sometimes to put myself in their shoes, to see the world as they do and to try to comprehend the limitations they have.
From what people say men supposedly can't multitask. They can't get out of speeding tickets by flirting. They don't get free drinks at a bar. They can't choose whether a woman will "keep the baby" or have an abortion. They can't feel a baby inside of them. They can't breastfeed. They can't have multiple orgasms. They can't transform their faces with make up or their bodies with girdles, (well they can...but you know what I mean.)
I've decided to retake up my blog and give it back it's original meaning. Most of all because I've missed writing. I've missed sharing my mundane thoughts, my tireless feminist rants. Also because I am now realizing that writing has kept my mind from having serious ADD. Since I stopped I feel like my thoughts are plaguing my mind, not letting me focus on anything.
I must warn you all who read this, all 7 of you that I may start to tackle some strange topics like weddings, house hunting tips, completing my second masters, writing my thesis and work. My rants may include utter exhaustion and how it feels to be completely overwhelmed by life, and yet how happy I am to have all that I have. I will continue to write about what is to like be me in my life and what it means to be a woman in the world we live in, taking in all of those expectations and finding my own identity. I hope you will join me in this journey.
Thanks for rejoining!
Ikira
