Sunday morning in January

It’s January 13, 2021, and I have a lot of gratitude for being alive. Yesterday was the 1-year anniversary of a serious accident where I could have lost my 2 little girls, my husband, and me. Something as simple as going out to get coffee on a Sunday morning changed forever.

I’m a pretty private person, but I just felt the need to write it down. That experience gave me a head start on the rest of 2020 and evolved my approach to life, family, and career. There wasn’t anything wrong with it before, it was just a major iteration. I used to hesitate a lot, and hold back a lot of things. I used to think I could only act if I was certain I was leading with my head, and kept my heart forever in the friend zone. Cognition over intuition, logic over emotion, thoughts over gut.

Also, if there’s anyone out there whose subconscious seems to fuse specific songs with big memories forever–I feel ya. Qrion’s haunting remix of Andrew Bayer’s “Immortal Lover” was my 2020 theme song, esp in this warm-up mix, which I suspect will be playing on repeat for the next few days.

Anywho. As the song goes,

“I have unfinished business in this life / Not ready to go to the other side.”

Grit and grace.

On a much more fabulous note, I want to give a shout-out to my Everlane Boss Boots. I’ve been able to run in these from one terminal of ATL to another to make a connection in 5 mins (while eight months pregnant). Last year I crawled out of an upside-down, smashed beer can of a car in these. In both instances they were incredibly comfortable and the wear and tear is hardly noticeable. Other pieces of the outfit I wore were my Balenciaga leather jacket, Madewell jeans, and a NAADAM sweater. All black, just in case. Big gold hoops too, which could have been extra bad, I suppose. These are not all the things I remember, they are just the ones I will tell you about.

I admit that paragraph ended more on a dark note than a fabulous one, but this is the type of journey I tend to take my readers on. I blog for fun, remember?

By Desiree Zamora Garcia

I like to eat, think, and take things apart.

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