Moments in History :: How Love Is Spread

:: Spread love everywhere you go.  Let no one come to you without leaving happier. :: - Mother Teresa

This third year has been so wonderful!  With the birth of my first grandchild last August, I became a GMoM!  That tiny twenty-pound bag of pure cane sugar is a strong magnet tugging on my heart, beckoning me to return to the homeland as often as possible.

Save for a facelift, Casa Ugly Betty is nearing completion.  Just around the corner, I've taken on a sweet little apartment with a girlfriend that we use as an art studio.  With so many of my goals reached, I am proudly standing in the middle of my third year with full expectation that love, dreams and creativity will come crashing into my heart.  Sometimes I think that we, the Class of 2011, were just nuts.  I know I was one of the craziest Mommies in the hood!  We took a leap of faith, changed our skin color and imploded - kind of like comments on the expat Facebook group pages.  WINK! WINK! Amigos!

I'm mighty proud of the Class of 2011.  We bought, built and/or remodeled homes.  We dropped the hand of the zombie expat lifers who tried to suck our newbie blood and instead, chose rejuvenating friendships.  Our parties now rival any Lee's Press-On-Nail shindig we ever had North of the Border.  We jump into a crowded RV to head towards Progreso to hear the Chelem Allstars or to explore the luxury of Hacienda Petac.  That's right - we no longer are afraid to drive like Mexicans! 

I survived the walk through fire.  With a few new wrinkles and a little less jelly roll, my new skin fits just fine.  All the things I thought I lost - grounded to place, to people, to family, to finding love - were caught in the Tao's mesh surrounding the world.  In there, nothing is ever really lost even when it takes 37 years to find it again.    

Being happy is something you must create every day in every moment.  Mexico has made me a better broad.  I loved becoming a self-sufficient young woman in Austin.  I owned more power tools than most of my guy pals but Mexico, beautiful Mexico, forced me to become a princess.  Each man carries a specific set of skills in his back pocket.  From a roll of monofilament to a length of clear plastic tubing, Mexican brothers can build anything!  Don't even get me started on the many uses of Coca Cola bottles!

Loss of direction has been a blessing.  My identity was so tightly wound around my professional career as a counselor that I felt overwhelmed with the sadness of others and personal impotency.  I will never stop feeling upset when I hear the mother across the street berating her daughters.  Resiliency becomes a trademark in this Mexican dream of mine.  My kind actions will be equally remembered by those girls.  Allowing Mexico to beat down my built-for-speed pace is a favor for tomorrow.  I am healthier and happier than at any point along the lifeline.   Just think - all I had to do was look down at my own belly button, pull out some lint and place it on the edge of my shiny bower.  I am one happy woman.

Create the life you want!
The Broad

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