I’ve had the time of my life and I owe it all to you.

Well its 2014, and I’ve had the time of my life and I owe it all to you.

I wanted to mention blogging is not my thing. I am horrible at spelling, and figuring out what to write about is a constant struggle. I feel that this is more a hassle than fun; therefore, I am going to try to find new ways to make this blog better. Firstly, I am going to try to see if I can record a podcast or YouTube videos. I am much better at talking then writing; therefore, I am making it my task to put one or the other together this weekend.  I do not know how (1) annoying my voice is, (2) if people listen to podcasts. Either way, listen to it, watch it, and keep up with me through social media such as Twitter or Facebook.

I have realized while going through grief, people are now living their legacies online. We are still connected through personal relationships and memories, but now digitally we have those times to look through and remember. I want to remember my friends, family, and experiences.

HOW DID I GET HERE?

This year has been full of transitions. From one lifestyle to another, things most certainly have gotten less independent. In many ways, I believe I romanticized volunteering. The reality is, living in community and working with no income is hard. It is simple. I moved somewhere new, without knowing anyone I would be living with, no income, and no friends. Great idea! In reality, my close friends/family will tell you, I do not like change. It is not fun for me.

However, by March of 2013, something had to give. I was not going to class, hating my life, and feeling depressed about many different things. I am not going into detail…let’s say I was unhappy. I had applied to be a YAV international, (US is for losers), went to what we call “discernment” and lost my mind.

Me: This is not that serious, and why is everyone freaking out?

Internal monologue:  What’s all this God stuff… don’t cry, you don’t care, you not even going do this anyway… don’t cry.

I remember how lost and scared I felt at discernment, I was a ball of nerves, and I had no idea what I was doing there.

The weekend ended. I interviewed with some US sites, and in August, I started this adventure as a Young Adult Volunteer.

2013, I lost my way, and even before my life took a weird detour I was not excepting. 2014, I am ready for whatever you have prepared for me.

I here on the internet to be honest, open, and venerable.

Look for new content in the coming weeks!

I LOVE YOU!

24 Things to Do Instead of Getting Married Before You’re 24, a response

magswood:

Classic.

Originally posted on justaylored:

Get lost in a city where you don't speak the language.

Get lost in a city where you don’t speak the language.

I recently read this article titled, “23 Things To Do Instead of Getting Engaged Before You’re 23″. Normally, I don’t read these as they are usually written in an in-your-face-I-can-do-what-I-want tone. For whatever reason, I read this article, perhaps because I am 24 and not married and I was curious as to why 23 was the magic number. Unfortunately, the article is pretty much the same, lame advice for twenty-somethings, written by twenty-somethings whose sum total of advice is “17. Eat a Jar of Nutella is one sitting.” I didn’t think much about it until I saw at least 3 people repost it on Facebook.

I don’t know about you, but if the highlight of my life (outside of marriage???) before I’m 23 is to eat a jar of Nutella or “22. Be selfish” then I think marriage to…

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Watch This Grocery Store Erupt In Song For The Man The Entire World Loved

Watch This Grocery Store Erupt In Song For The Man The Entire World Loved

When the news broke that beloved and revered civil rights icon Nelson Mandela had passed, it felt like the entire world took a collective sigh as we mourned the loss of one of the greatest heroes of a generation. The Woolworths in South Africa was planning a Christmastime fundraiser with a flash mob. At the last minute, they dropped the Christmas song they were going to sing and chose to pay tribute to “Tata Madiba.” The song they chose is by British musician Johnny Clegg called “Asimbonanga,” which was written in the 1980s calling for Mandela’s release from prison. I can think of no better way for this flash mob to honor the legacy of a man who for many represented the heart and soul of the fight for freedom.

Noah Silverman St. John performs “Backbone & Education” at BP

Special Performance by Noah Silverman St. John (BHS Class of 2014): Noah, a nationally recognized spoken word artist and the 2011 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Co-Champion, brought the crowd to its feet as he performed an original piece created for this event, “Backbone & Education.” Noah performs theater in the Bay Area, and is an avid student of martial arts.

If A Man Asks What Women Have Been Asking For Centuries, Will Men Finally Listen?

http://www.upworthy.com/if-a-man-asks-what-women-have-been-asking-for-centuries-will-men-finally-listen?c=ufb1

What was she wearing?

Like, gender violence isn’t a man’s issue. Like one’s responsibilities for one’s own actions doesn’t fall on one’s own shoulders. Like men don’t have the power to change how men act.

1 In 3.

How could men like me do this?

Monsters in the mask of men.

The reality we all face.

Choosing silence, therefore allowing for violence. That was a clear case of the culture of rap.

This culture of violence it touches it all. And by dismissing perpetrators as monsters, it allows us not to analyze our own actions.

Men take responsibility.

Men it is an epidemic.

Men if you could make the world safer for the women you love, for all women, children, and men… wouldn’t you?

Men you can.

More than a bystander.

Men, lets talk.

http://www.rainn.org/statistics

 

It’s Been A Long Time Commin’

HELLO!  

Well if were Facebook friends you heard about my accident over thanksgiving. I am healthy and feeling better each week, and headaches are my only real side effect. To be honest, I am not going to blog about the accident. I wasn’t to traumatic, and I want to move on. If I see you soon and/or you feel the need to know what happen, ask/use technology to contact me.

Everyone was has been supportive and patient with me over the last few weeks, which I truly appreciate.

Texas Forever!

I recently went on a retreat in the hill country; it is great and relaxing area outside the city.  During the trip, I had a discussion; a friend mentioned to me some of their reservations about volunteering in Texas. They mentioned their fear of being surrounded by the the stereotypical Texas image, white, conservative, Christian, “God bless Texas, and nowhere else” type of attitude. I don’t know if this is a real person, or a media persona. That conversation got me thinking about that perception of Texas. The perception that people from Texas love being from Texas (and no where else), and then talk about it at noisome.

I think when you are isolated from other cultures, this attitude persist. When you grow up thinking your family is great, and everyone who looks like your family is the best kind of family,  then does this ignorance and bigotry manifest. Beyond location, it is about education. Which is common sense…

Even in rural NC, these cultures and people exist.

I want to create more outreach and fund more school trips where children/adults have opportunities to visit new places, see, and talk to people different from them. Have those real (YAV LIKE) conversations, ask hard and uncomfortable questions. <—Can this be a thing that happens?

I love volunteering in Texas, for more than the weather, the food, but the culture. It’s amazing living in the midst of different generations from the same city.

Conclusion/Point

Don’t hate on Texas. I think it gets bad rap, and we can do little more to love on Texas.

I mean… Have you tired chorizo?

This blog is titled from song currently stuck in my head enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vDAdXGTXZs

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Water Is Life.

Water

¡Hola!

Well Sundays are honestly one of my favorite days of the week.

Actually let me start at the beginning of my thought process for this blog:

On Friday during my community day, I had to share my life/faith story. I honestly felt awkward. This is weird for multiply reasons. One: I LOVE talking.

We were sitting at a table outside at this restaurant for lunch, which wasn’t crowed with people. But suddenly I felt very vulnerable, and I’ve talk about my family and other personal things without hesitation many times before to the same people.

But it felt strange talking about God and my childhood. My experiences with the church good and the bad. The point being; I mentioned my current struggles with my faith. I mentioned being a state of questioning. At times I truly think; Is this whole faith thing real? Whom am I actually praying too?

I have recently loss some people in my life who have help define my faith, and with that comes grief and sadness… but also come new perspectives.

Back to why I love Sundays:

At Divine Redeemer Pres, were going through a series and today was about the Holy Spirit and water. The verse Pastor Rob preached on was:

Revelation 22

“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. No longer, will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.”

I love the last line of this verse:

“There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.”

Mostly because Rob led this line about learning swimming is like our faith… You go out into waters that could kill you, you have learn to float and tread water, and we trust the water. Going out on a limb and putting trust in what we are told could kill us.

I love this. These two concepts that we won’t need light from the sun or from a lamp but that God will give us light. Water gives us life, and we go out into the water knowing it could hurt us… but we float and tread in the water.

I wanted to share these scatter thoughts.

I still question it all… and I still think and pray about Drew and Amiee… But I know, God is working through me. No matter how it works out, I still go out into the water knowing it could kill me. 

LOVE. 

Status Update

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What have I been doing?
Good question:

Personal:

Well it’s been a wide variety of highs and lows. I have met some amazing people, and it’s been great getting to know people from San Antonio.
My birthday was towards in end of October. The weekend of my birthday I went to several Halloween parties, which was cool to meet new people outside the volunteer community. As a YAV family we went to a Halloween party. It was extremely fun, and I dressed as an awesome volunteer; (aka) I wore YAV sunglasses. I also dressed as a “housewife”, which seemed like a good idea at the time. Mostly because of the time and money required getting the costume, which was zero dollars and it look all of 5mins to put together… yet the jokes that followed were a little insulting at times. #FeministProblems. If you are unsure of this reference, then please excuse the pound sign with two words put together. My Mexican mama’s from my Spanish class gave me a beautiful scarf, that I love. My family gave me a beautiful NC mug and a gift card to Starbucks. I had a truly great birthday.
Work life:
My “work” at my volunteer site is at time stressful. I get a good amount of case work, which is wonderful. What is case work you ask? Well… so far the applications I have been working on are applications for Permanent Residence or Adjust Status (aka “Green Card”), Petitions for Relatives, and Citizenship through Naturalization. The green cards, I will say those petitions are my favorite. Mostly because I fill the most efficient with those forms. Also asking people questions, like have you killed anyone? or have you ever procured a prostitute, or plan to be a prostitute? Always provides a good laugh for me and the clients. The best question is about living in Nazi Germany… I have yet to have a client living “during the time period from March 23, 1933 – May 8, 1945.”  To also be fair I don’t think I have had a client born before the 60’s… I digress. The struggles come when you have to pronounce names for appointment notice. Between Bhutan, Burma, Iraq, Iran, DRC, and Somalia; I have yet to master this skill. I have a feeling that it will NEVER happen, but I’m optimistic. Sometimes the clients want a lot from you, and tacking down information or even getting clients to show up to appointments instead of unannounced can be frustrating. Yet, its honestly one of the coolest things I have gotten the opportunity to be a part of. Everything that happens at RAICES is important. These people want to live in this country, and getting to see the process up close has provided a lot of perceptive.
Cool People:
I have an amazing mentor Carla, she is truly an inspiration. She has recently lost her husband, works full time, and it raising two kids. She has an amazing support system, and I feel blessed to be able to learn from her. She works in the “Ducks” program, they work with minors who get detained (mostly from Central America). I have so many stories to share, but I will save that for another blog.

Overall I still miss NC…

I will share more soon. I will also try to blog more often.

LOVE

CLASSIC.

TODAY:
ME: Typing client information…
Client: (While filling out work history) Does mushroom have two O’s?
ME: Yes.
ME: OMG YOU WORK AT MELLOW MUSHROOM IN SAN ANTONIO?
Client: (blank stare) Yes.
ME: Oh, I’m sorry I got so excited. It’s just I’m from North Carolina and their like four in North Carolina. I have not been in Texas that long, and I had no idea they were here in Texas.
Client: OK.
ME: Crawls back into the hole, and keeps typing…

Classic Tuesday at RAICES…