Personal Narrative: Consistency

I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

I was born in Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico. Although you may assume that I possess a lot of traits of a stereotypical “Latina” I do not. I wasn't raised in a big family. It was just my parents, my younger brother, and me. I was raised by an engineer and an economist both of whom have always encouraged the idea of creativity, curiosity, and innovation. Traveling is big part of my life, and helped shape me at a very early age. Along with traveling came moving to the United States, which made it hard not to reflect on identity and heritage.

My career was finally looking up, I was working as a senior accountant with multiple multi-million accounts, full-cycle, I finally finished my Bachelor’s degree. I even purchased my first home and bought a new car! Then, it happened, I found out I was going to be a mom. I was excited, and terrified at the same time, I even took parenting classes! I had no idea how to do the formula thing and diapers? Yeah… ok.

For the last six years, I have been given the opportunity to competitively show jump. Competing has taught me a variety of lessons, including how to manage my commitments. Five times a week, I spend three hours at the barn, and throughout the year I spend various weekends competing. Though I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else, it doesn’t leave me with much spare time at the end of the night. Throughout the years, I have learned how to manage my social life, school work, and riding. I quickly realized that even though coming home from the barn at eight p.m and playing rock band until two a.m is way more exciting than doing homework for the rest of the night, that plan of action wasn’t going to do me any good. As a result of my past mistakes

I believe I was not created equally. When I open my eyes to this strange world I feel an urge to run and hide. I am not safe there is no escape.

February 4, 2007 was a day of celebration for my whole family. That day my family gathered around in the living room and cheered on the Colts to victory in the Super Bowl. This day was the anticipated highpoint of my school conversations for the past week. My dad was in his leather chair drinking his favorite Raspberry Snapple Tea. My mom, siblings and I were crowded around on leather couches in our living room. We were all close in age. I was ten years old in fourth grade, my sister was eleven in fifth grade, and my brother was thirteen in sixth grade. I didn’t understand football that much as a fourth grader, but I always looked forward to the Super Bowl commercials. I still remember one of the commercials that affected me the most. In the

Okay you can’t shake the seriousness off this kid neither can you can’t buy it from him. Imagine if a child approached you looking like this, I bet you will give him anything he asks you for. I should have termed this write up determination but I couldn’t stop smiling at this picture enough to decide on what exactly to call it.

Behind the curtain of incessant smoke, Oppenheimer could look out the window of his Los Alamos home and see trees and grass, unnatural- looking in the midst of a rust-colored desert. New Mexico was more alive now than it would ever be.

Fragments. I was fragmented and slowly being tugged by threads. As I moved along the filaments, a voice, deep and melodious, urged me on. The consonants and the vowels were repetitious and at the same time comforting. In a timeless manner I became aware that my eyes were open and someone was standing in front of me. The nonsensical sounds sparked some recognition.

I walked to work trying to keep a decent pace for my weary body, while my mind raced with excitement. How lucky was I? I was going to marry and have a child with James Abby a wealthy kind man, while I was a poor factory worker! Although we had only known each other for a short amount of time, I knew he was the one. We met when I started working at his factory a few months back after I left the coal mines. He treats me so well, he occasionally gets frustrated with me, but it’s only because I am uneducated. Back in the coal mines men would take advantage of me every day, but James actually cares for me. I was snapped out of my deep thinking when I saw James walking into the factory building. I sped up as fast as my hurting body would let me and

I awoke with my head clouded with images of failure. My dad, beating me with a stick for not going out to get milk. My mother, hitting me across the head with her hand yelling at me for not making friends. My parents were very strict when it came to my studies, social life, and chores. They made sure I was taught right and how to impress girls for my 16th birthday, when I would choose a wife, but I had no business in doing so. I was 11 and my parents were already getting ready for my wedding.

Here, everyone creates their own path towards a unique future, and that’s exactly the kind of place I need. Because I know my direction, and I know where I’m going.

In 2012, my family and I were headed out to Hawaii for a 2 week trip. We rented a grotesque hotel that had 3 floors and 1 elevator for everyone to use. Little do you know that elevator had erroneous issues and caused the power to go out.

When I was nine years old, I realized my brother and I were more alike than I had thought. Growing up in Ohio, which was a different state than most of my family who all lived in either Tennessee, Indiana, or Washington, means seeing them once a year which was usually at a Christmas party. Most of the time I really liked this because it meant gifts, after gifts, after gifts on Christmas, but one year really stood out to me in a sort of negative perspective. I remember my Aunt happily running up to me giving me a hug and saying,