Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Four months ago I quit my job and moved to a quiet and dusty small town. Aside from the general feeling of being away from my friends and family, the closeness that me and da mister have is comparable to nothing else.
It is the small town mentality that I have trouble relating to. Let me start with segregation and the idea that white folk hold the power over the minorities, even though; the minorities are the majority in this town. It is strange being in a town where Mexican’s don’t speak to white people much less offer to pick up a cane they dropped, in an effort to give them assistance. I have been fortunate enough to grow up in a city where being outgoing and friendly are an asset and now it is like I have cotties and no one wants my germs.
There is no recycling program and paper and plastic are thrown out with the other trash. Dogs run free with no leash, tags, or collars. At the top of my list is the lack of fitness awareness programs. The rates for the only gym in town are three times as expensive with less than half the amenities. Saturdays they open at noon and Sunday are closed; there are no showers and only a communal bathroom, and no group exercise classes. Let me repeat, there is no boot camp, no yoga, no total conditioning and no spin classes.
I may be complaining about the lack of bicycle lanes in and around town, but really I am perturbed by the culture of the town. I have spent much of my years reading and exploring women’s empowerment only to be uprooted into a town where girls do not speak until spoken to and only respond with a yes or no.
As a woman minority, it is an everyday battle being an entrepreneur in a small town. With all my will, I am determined to continue forward thinking and not digress to a time of the past.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Me and da mister had a pretty good Christmas and New Year’s. We did the usual and celebrated with our families and da boyz. I tried really hard to stay up late, but only made it to 11:34 PM before the two beers I drank knocked me out. It appears as if I have turned into a light weight and a cheap date.
A new year has turned and things are stirring up with the new business. We are excited about a proposition with the University of the Incarnate Word, the college that both da mister and I attended. Da mister has even moved over his diplomas to make room for mine. Our office is becoming slightly cozier in our shared space.
Since my move in September, I have joined two new gyms, I bike ride through Southwest Texas more frequently, I have been about to practice hot yoga once a week- overall I am back into my fitness routine. I am pretty happy these days. How could I not be happy when my niece blows me kisses?