Author: Violeta

The world is turning on itself. It’s imploding actually.

I was in the laundry room, changing our clothes from the washer to the dryer, and mom was in the same room putting stuff away. Jaclyn comes with a deeply troubled face, forehead down and says: “I’m very upset. Nobody wants to play with me.”

I love to travel. I enjoy adventure and novelty in my life. Yet to this day I have mixed feeling everytime I embark on new trips.

In retrospective things make sense. I evaluate and see clearly. But writing on the go, processing present events, actions, feeling, this blog makes me feel a lot more vulnerable. I share as I go and at times it feels lame, un-chiseled, incomplete.

When do we learn to listen once and then compute?

I witness despair, cynicism, brokenness masked by a millimeter thin layer of cheer. The more noise the less substance.

“Workforce: the people engaged in or available for work, either in a country or area or in a particular company or industry.”

I woke up with this thought: that sometimes we ought to save our kids from our overprotective-selves.

Hours. 200 hours worked on vacation. We hike on every free day, everything is packed solid with fresh air, blue sky, ocean and family. It’s a perfect trip. We followed our heart and it turned out wonderful.

There is a parenting technique that Conrad and I don’t agree on.

I don’t know when kids learn about gratitude, but I am determined to help Jaclyn understand it, even if it’s ahead of her age.

A while back I started a post about jealousy. I don’t think I posted it. It was actually about trying to live discreetly as to not incite envy. As for harboring said feeling on our own… each with his own burden.