To be remembered for: being myself.

Happy Friday!, we are just a few hours away from the end of the week and have a few days to plan and do something different for the weekend.

My meeting with you this time I decided to respond to the following: What would you like to be remembered for?

I stopped to think carefully about it, phrases like: for my generosity, for my work as a mom, for my advice, and things that I'm sure you will remember like my passion for sweets, my desire to dance, the sangria that is always in my fridge, my classes at school, and other not so good things like how unlucky I have been in love so far.

And I realized that I have lived a lot of my life thinking about just that; what do others think of me? what will they think of me yes? And that has taken away a lot of time in which I have inhibited myself from doing what I want, what I like or saying what I think in order not to be labeled as evil or to be misunderstood. And to think of being remembered, is like continuing to think of others and not of myself. So that leads to actions that allow me to reach that conclusion.

And I think it is time to stop thinking a little about the concept that others have of me, because in the end only those who are with me day by day know what is in my heart and what I long for. Whether others remember me or not, it doesn't matter so much, it's time to live.

I want my daughters to remember me as a person like any other, who made mistakes and messed up more than once, but who did not give up, who did not lose faith or hope in love.

That she took the reins of her life and began to live, that no matter how old we are we can accomplish goals and dreams without being ashamed of it, because at 37 years old I enrolled again to dance classes, at this age I can still date and fall in love.

That being a mom doesn't stop me from being a woman, that being a woman doesn't stop me from being a mom. That I loved them madly, but above all to not give up, to not be afraid to fail, but to see it as an opportunity to start over.

That they can live their lives being good people, that they do what they like, say what they think, that they are responsible for their own happiness, you cannot live pleasing others because they lose their essence, and at the end of the day, it is impossible to please everyone, they will always find something to point out and criticize about you.

That all the good they do they do because they are good and feel so, without expecting anything in return, and that they can walk away in time from people who do not respect their limits.

May they be able to say that their mom laughed, cried, fell in love, danced, worked, was faithful to her faith and to herself, that she loved and was loved, that although she made mistakes and although it took her a while to realize it, it was not too late to take charge, because as long as you are alive, it will never be too late to start.