I'm in a constant journey of growth and self-improvement. Aren't we all, right? In this quest, I recently came across the term UX Writing. Ever so curious, I was piqued. What is UX Writing? Can I do it? I'm a writer after all, it seems right up my skill tree and something that should be included in that list of…
I haven't blogged in ages. It's no secret. If I still have followers who receive these posts, I'm sure they'll be wondering who, what, when, and why they are receiving this. The truth is I've been in somewhat of a writing hiatus. Yeah, what a way to claim to be a writer, right? Hey, it's not that I don't write…
To be visible Free of my wrappings Shed the thick hardened skin Naked soul Exposed Soft spots oozing Everything Melting in arms willing Revealing the unseen Dropping the armor Letting the cuts bleed The energies bubble Showing what I can’t see... I’m ready! © 2019 Maricel Jiménez Peña
Everybody is talking about letting go these days. I read about it everywhere. People seem to be obsessed with the notion of "letting go". I understand it completely, but the more I ponder the concept of letting go, the more I realize that in order to let go, you have to do the opposite. First of all, if you need…
I am once again the ocean Restlessly pounding the reef bound shores Cold water floating in the surface Boiling undercurrents, waiting… My salty expressions grow bigger Wildly, yet gracefully I fold within myself Crashing against the rocks Torn by my instability I am without cause Wondering aimlessly across the horizon Selfishly perhaps, ignoring the rest of the world I am,…
There is silence in the air I hear the birds chirping The rustling of leaves Steps on the concrete pavement It’s beautiful I feel peace inside me I also feel life bursting To come forth and manifest itself Rush of emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time It feels good It feels healthy It brings me much calm This…
I suppose it means I’m healing if I can dream again My heart seems resilient But I wonder just how much Rubber bands stretch Silks tear Bones break Hearts shatter Feelings fade Everything is temporary. Copyright © 2015 Maricel Jiménez Peña
Perhaps the signs are pointing in the opposite direction Perhaps I shouldn’t be here Perhaps I shouldn’t have come Seems like uneven territory Quicksand, boulders, and landmines A breeze that panics and changes direction A wobbling path to a storm And here I am, right in the middle. Copyrights @ 2018 Maricel Jiménez Peña
Ok. I wasn't going to write about this because it was a supremely personal experience and there is no need to share it, but then again, maybe it's good to share it, so here goes... I was flipping out. I was having a horribly stressful day and I was obsessing about things that were not helping at all, so I decided…