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    Correr y Correr (llorar y llorar).

    I’ve always wanted to be a runner, desde chiquita at Palo Alto Elementary, I remember longing to keep up with my fast friends but trailing behind-- pink and sweaty and out of breath. I learned to detest P.E. and all things cardio. In middle school I tried out for volleyball in 6th grade. I promised my friend Blanca that I would at least try. The coach instructed us to do 10 push ups and then mocked my form (or lack thereof, if we’re being honest). WHAT AN ASSHOLE! I could have been the next (who’s a famous volleyball player?). Didn’t she know that my Tia Chaparra was practically a pro in Mexico and was on a legit team with legit uniforms? How did she not spot my Virgen de Guadalupe given talent?  What a mensa. That was the moment that my FUCK THIS attitude was born. I walked out of that stupid gym and never looked back. Basically, from then on life looked like this: 

    Them: Hey, Cristina, let’s go for a walk! 
    Me: Fuck that.

    Now, years and years later, 30 to be exact, that pink and sweaty gordita is back and longs to run again. I took a trip to New Orleans earlier this year and that’s where the longing sparked. NOLA has my heart in so many ways. La música y colores and the LIFE that happens loudly and unapologetically leaves me a little raw every time I visit. New Orleans is love and cultura and resistance and history. Every time I’ve left, there’s a piece of me that stays and waits for more. NOLA also requires a lot of walking and I was very side eyes about it all. My friends were all gungho about walking real ass miles from place to place, and I was behind them, rolling my eyes, and contemplating ditching them in an Uber.

    On the real, it was hard to keep up, and while these are the most tender and fierce women that would have totally understood my struggle, I was embarrassed.  Y listen, I am a confident woman. I attribute my Mami and Tías for always reminding me that I was both smart and beautiful growing up. Although, yes, I can be vain (and believe most of us are and it’s totally ok), I was more upset about not being able to navigate the world in way that felt comfortable.

    After alllll that annoying (and beautiful) walking in New Orleans I came back knowing things had to change.

    I joined the gym the next morning and immediately started running. I ran a 5k my first day and the rest is history! Tan Tan!

    Girl, no. First of all, I already had the pinche gym membership. One that sat unused for the better part of three years. 3. 3. 3. Years. I don’t even want to do the math.
    I started by thinking about the food I was feeding my body, about how it made me feel, and how much money I was spending on it. The truth hurts, ya’ll. I knew I had to make some radical changes. If we’re being honest, and by we I mean me, I am facing the issues I have around food. I was taught to eat every single thing on my plate. Like so many others, my family celebrates and mourns and shows love with eating! I show love with food, too. One of my favorite ways to show love is by cooking for my beloveds.
    It’s hard to change your palette, it’s hard to release emotional attachment from the thing that nourishes you in so many ways. I don’t even know that I want to do that, cause food is love in so many ways, pero ayyyy! I knew I had to stop feeding myself toxic things and take it back to the kitchen and real foods.

    I have changed the way I eat, taking note of how foods make me feel, and of my energy before and after. Green juice is something I drink on the regular now, and actually really LOVE it. I have a recipe and routine in my IG highlights if you’re curious.  I am consuming way way wayyyy less sugar. I don’t deny myself anything, but I am much more considerate to my body. I love her, I think she’s beautiful and I want her to be thriving until we’re 113 years old.

    Cardio, ayyyy pinche cardio. It’s taken me a long minute, but I’ve been going to the gym regularly. After 3 months of steady working out I have FINALLY started running, ya’ll!!! I’ve learned to combine something I dread with something I absolutely love-- music. Creating playlists and sharing what literally moves me has shifted something inside of me. I run a song, then walk a song. Lately I’ve been running two songs and picking up my pace! Maybe I’m not the next (who’s a famous runner?), but I am a much healthier and happier version of me. I’m taking this slowly and I have already seen an amazing transformation in my body, pero I know this is not a short term thing for me. I want to run around the world, I want to walk happily from place to place when visiting somewhere new, or even the familiar spots.
    I’m very proud of myself for sticking to it and for prioritizing both mental and physical health. I loved my body then, I love her now, and we’re in this for the long haul. 

    All the Stickers!

    All the Stickers!

    Like so many of my friends and favorite people, stationery and school supplies are my JAM. As a kid, the best part of going back to school was looking forward to getting all new supplies! Binders and notebooks and pencils, OH MY GAH ...

    We were raised on a strict budget most times, but my Mami, being the angel that she is, always let me slip in something fun. I clearly remember a pack of teeny tiny pencils in 2nd grade, completely a novelty product, but they made my teeny tiny heart sing. And then, of course, there was Lisa Frank. 
    Lisa. Frank. LISA FRANK. L I S A F R A N K. OMG.
    Even thinking about it now gives me excited chills up and down.
    She was the queen of all things stationery, but where she really grasped my heart was with her stickers. Sheets and sheets of them all at my disposal. 
    In working on my own cositas and brand visioning, I knew that it was inevitable to create my own stickers and stationery. I've been releasing a new design every couple weeks for the last two years or so, and my collection has grown so fast! Here are some of my latest batches. I've made some out of vinyl, with the help of StickerApp.com. These are perfect for your laptop, journal, car, really anything. They're made of really high quality vinyl and will outlast weather and washes. 

    Like any 80's baby, I rode the first wave of the planner craze. From the binder ones you'd buy refills for (I never bought the refills, btw, I just found an excuse to get a new one every single year.), to the tiny ones for your purse- I was in all the way.
    I remember when I got my first Palm Pilot phone, my planner was used way less and I relied on technology way more. I missed writing things down, I missed the doodles along the border and the physical reminder of years past. 
    It seems like the planner craze is back (much like the 90s in general!), and I couldn't be happier. I use mine religiously, especially for work. Managing an online store, vending, meetings, and regular social stuff has finally gotten fun again. I created planner stickers because I couldn't find anything I really related to in the online planner store world. 
    So far, I have released around 7 designs that were made especially for planner sized boxes. These have received great response so far, and I'm so excited to release the secret gems I've been working on! 

    Casita Vibes

    When my house remodel started, I rented a Pod. I highly recommend this, bc it made moving my stuff in and out a breeze. Well, as breezy as something like that can be! It was an eyesore for two long months, but I'm grateful for that luxury.

    So in moving my stuff out, I also got rid of a good 3/4ths of the things in my house. See, this house is a gift, the greatest gift of my life, and came with a lifetime of family memories as well as a lifetime of THINGS. SO. MANY. THINGS. A lot of them my own, but mostly an accumulation of the things a family of six collects over 40 years.

    Moving my things back in was a way different experience than out. I kept a fraction of what was, even giving away things that were stored, and in settling back in, I'm being super intentional with what I keep and what I give away. Now, the only things that are in my house that were not originally mine, are the things I treasure with my entire heart. My grandparent's vintage dresser that still smells like their house, their owl light switch cover, my mom's owl cookie jar that was passed around in the family until it got to me.

    While I used to have a really difficult time with letting things go, I came to the realization that donating or discarding things does not mean I wasn't grateful for them, or that they didn't mean something to me. It means they served their purpose and now they'll serve someone else.

    Moving back in, I was really worried this "new" space wouldn't feel like the only home I've ever known. I was so wrong. The love doesn't live in the walls, the memories weren't discarded with the broken foundation.

    I find myself often overwhelmed with gratitude for this space, my home, my sacred place. I'm pouring love and care into it, every single evening after pouring love into Very That. It's an amazing chapter in my life, one that I feel very deeply.

    Product launch.

    Order material 
    Test and test and test 
    Practice a lot 
    Make a bunch of mistakes, expensive ones, even heartbreaking ones 
    Stay up v late in the process 
    Ooh, it's getting there 
    Oh snap, I think I got it
    Decide on the first few 
    Figure out the shipping part 
    Boxes and bubble wrap 
    It's gotta be cute 
    An amazing display for shows 
    It's gotta be cute cute 
    Ready to share 
    Take all the fotos 
    Create a cute background
    Different angles, good lighting 
    Write a great description, be precise with size and how it will be shipped 
    Decide on a price point 
    It has to be profitable but you will never overcharge 
    Create the listings 
    Check and recheck 
    Deep breath 
    And POST
    release this new thing into the world, hoping it will be well received 
    Thanking the machines that make it possible 
    Thanking the ancestors for the ganas 
    Thanking your mami and abuelas for the inspiration
    Thanking the friends that helped encouraged you through the rough bits 
    Thanking yourself for taking chances

    The Comeback

    I ran into a friend last night, literally-- ran into her! I was at La Botanica dropping off an order to a comadre, and she text saying she couldn't make it after all. I turned around, exhausted from working all day, which was pretty major considering La B was celebrating Lemonade's one year anni. I stopped dead in my tracks, and recognized the face that seemed equally surprised. We screamed... A lot. We hugged and and laughed and then screamed again. It has been around 5 years since I've seen her. We worked together at my last job, the job I left to be Very That full time. When she last saw me, my mama still had breast cancer- I was unhappy and pretty mean if we weren't close. It was all a cover up to how painfully dissatisfied with life I was. So we quickly caught up, in between all the hugging and laughing, and I can't begin to tell you how good it feels to tell my story now. I'm no longer unhappy, unchallenged, and complacent. I told her about Very That, my tiendita that went up and down, Mujeres Mercado, the crazy business relationship that made me question every single thing... and my comeback-- the beautiful rise of my confidence. I told her I found love, that I've traveled a bit, that my little creations have been shipped to places all over the world. Hearing the story come out of my own mouth was incredible. I feel so lucky to tell it, and I feel so ready to add more to it.