It's November, the season of giving thanks. It should go without saying, but I don't think we should limit ourselves to being grateful only in November when Thanksgiving rolls around, but I digress.
The music you choose for working out can be a very personal choice, which is no surprise considering how specifically personal taste in the music itself is. Despite this, I wanted to add an extra layer to the vocal challenge of the week.
I know what you're thinking. "Isn't it kind of late to write about NaNoWriMo?" or maybe you're thinking, "what the hell is that?!" In any case, I have taken the time to talk about NaNoWriMo from the beginner's perspective.
Yes, you read that right. I did not vote in this election.
Honestly, I'm tired of defending myself and my choice to abstain from participating in an institution that is mostly corrupt and does not care about its people. People claim that we live in one of the greatest democracies in the world. But where is that democracy?
Around November of 2019, I was suffering from a crippling depression that plagued every aspect of my life. I was lucky to have the people closest to me to help me. Out of all the miserable days and nights, there are a handful of times that I will never forget.
It is difficult to celebrate a heritage that is constantly rejecting you. You never felt Dominican enough. You always felt a need to overcompensate for some of your “undominican” behavior. You took classes to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. Still, your latinadad was constantly in question. You don’t look Dominican. You don’t sound Dominican. Those words were often spoken to you.