Warning: this is a ridiculously LONG post about LOVE and EGO, and I’m hoping MOST of you will skip over it (really, who would want to read a boring post that’s almost 1500 words??). It’s incredibly personal (even more so than the original spicy latino love post that started the “el corazón juega” series). Sharing this publicly on my blog (albeit anonymously) feels just as uncomfortable and scary as launching my first product. But since I have come to learn that it’s the scariest things that contribute most to our growth (why do you think I bungee jumped in Africa?), here goes…
One more note: I may have started this anonymous blog as an outlet for capturing my ups and (even more important) my downs in my entrepreneurial journey, but as I continue to write, I’m finding myself penning down thoughts that are a mixture of The Lean Startup, Eat, Pray, Love and The Power of Now (and even some sprinklings of Rumi).
It’s tricky to figure out where to begin, especially as I am trying to piece together a blog post I started over a month ago in a completely different mindset than I am in now… it’s piling on, some of it fresher than the rest… perdí una cuidad bella que me encanta, perdí muchos amigos que quiero y perdí un chico que amo (please notice my correct usage of 3 different verbs that each mean “to love” in English).
It’s past 1am [now 5am as I do a final read-through], my sis-in-law is in the hospital 3 cm dilated (so I may become an aunt later today — wow!)… I have returned from a week-long retreat in California with other members of the software roundtable, completely re-charged in terms of my desire to scale up my business (side note: some of my fellow members are holding me accountable to get $5,000 of recurring monthly revenue from my existing product before I can get distracted and launch my next product – ha!). Pero la razón por terminando este blog post es porque LO DUELE! Acabo de ver que hay otra chica ya (you’ve got to love Facebook… smirk), y como no puedo dormir ahora, puedo obligarme a sentir (yuck!)
– April 14, 2012 –
It was my last Saturday at the Sufi derga in Buenos Aires. Today’s discussion included gratitude. I couldn’t help but share with my sheikh (the spiritual leader of the derga, fondly referred to as “Baba”) that I noticed a distinct internal shift — being in BsAs had turned on a spark within me that put me in a state of constant gratitude… sure I was living in a beautiful city, in this wonderful neighborhood, had fallen in love, found a spiritual leader who I could completely connect with, etc, etc, but I also found myself delighted by the smallest experiences — be it with places (wonderful parks, my fav gelateria, beautiful architecture and more), or experiences with people (like getting my ‘ajo picante fix’ from the poor Bolivian woman who used to sit on the sidewalk within 2 blocks of my apartment, trying to make a living for herself by selling some vegetables… or being a beacon of light for Emiliano, when he couldn’t relate to any of his friends, or even the world… or cheering up a friend with tickets to an orchestra performance in Teatro Colon, because her mom was very sick and she deserved to smile… and many more). Baba replied, that the key is to be full of gratitude no matter where you are (and he went on to list various different cities around the world in order to make his point). He then went on to say that true gratitude is such that you remain grateful even when whatever it is you are grateful for… is gone.
Okay Baba — I remember your advice… he is gone (ha, I say this as if before today he was here, or mine). Yet, I am STILL grateful — for a wonderful experience, for wonderful memories and for a wonderful process of growth. Here is the “sprinklings of Rumi” I promised:
“Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away”
I even find myself being grateful that he moved on as soon as he did (and not-so-subtly in my face), because although I have known since before we even said goodbye that I needed to let him go… only now I am able to pry open the tightly clasped fingers around my heart…
– April 24, 2012 –
I wrote this poem within a week of coming back home, eager to put my new Spanish/English dictionary to use (and my understanding of the subjunctive mood), giving myself permission to sound both dramatic and romantic (y un poco cursi tambien, jaja):
Ojalá
Algunas veces, pienso
Ojalá que el amor no fuera ciego
Ojalá que el amor pudiera entender la distancia
Ojalá que el amor pudiera entender la edad y el tiempo
Ojalá que el amor pudiera entender las estaciones de la vidaPero en realidad
Ojalá que no le importe la distancia, el tiempo y las estaciones
Ojalá que yo pudiera estar entre sus brazos
Ojalá que me llovieran sus besos
Ojalá que pudiéramos estar juntos hoy
– May 1, 2012 –
“… It’s funny because this guy I met in Toronto said to me, “we dont get over the most significant person in our life until someone else comes and replaces them” … Maybe that’s why I was FINALLY able to let go of Karl(*) (or at least forgive myself/ let go of the pain part). So anyway …maybe this is a blessing too
you came into my life to open my heart and also raise the bar… My curse is that I cant let go of you completely until I find a partner who is truly wonderful! So basically I cant settle. Way to hold me accountable Felipe…”
– May 12, 2012 –
In order to lighten up this post a tad, I have to share the words of wisdom from my older and super cool cousin who lives in Los Angeles (her kids even go to the same private school as Christina Aguilera’s kid), and I had the pleasure of visiting her and her family last weekend. Of course I didn’t know then what I discovered a few days later, but she still managed to be straight up and snap me into reality (and YES, with a HOLLYWOOD reference):
“… he’s WAY too young. This won’t work… I mean, look at Demi Moore… she tried SO hard… I mean, she must have not eaten a thing for months [and still Ashton cheated on her and left her].”
She was so dead serious as she told me this. I laughed and told her I thought of the exact same Hollywood example but in all seriousness, I understood that we couldn’t work given that we were in such different stages of our lives
– April 16, 2012 // May 16, 2012 –
I started writing this poem on a park bench in Plaza Alemania in Buenos Aires, and chalked up the final verse one month later (i.e. today):
El Amor Contra El Ego
Cuando lo conocí
Habría podido elegir ignorarlo
porque sabía que él era mucho mas joven que yo
Pero eligí el amor y el momento
y disfruté bailar con él bajo las estrellasCuando quería conocerlo más
Podría haber jugado con el
para evitar sentir el rechazo
Pero eligí el amor y la generosidad
y me sorprendí al aprender que dar es recibirCuando supe que lo amaba
Tuve miedo de que sí decía esto a él,
tal vez lo perdería
Pero eligí el amor y el verdad
y compartí todos mis sentimientos con élCuando él regresó a Colombia
Pude estar triste
porque lo extrañaba mucho
Pero eligí el amor y agradecimiento
y estuve feliz porque probé el amor verdaderoEntonces, algunos meses más tarde…
Cuando descubrí que él conoció a otra chica ya
Me dolió mucho
(obvio! soy humana y tengo sentimientos)
Pero elijo el amor y cariño
y sonrío porque él es feliz
Being true to my style, I have even managed to keep this “lo duele” (it hurts) post pretty optimistic. So to wrap this, I’ll borrow a few words from Rumi:
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Thank you Felipe — for breaking down some of these barriers, simply through your presence and love, and for helping me discover other barriers that I need to consciously kick away from time to time, such that I may fall in love again.
As one chapter closes, another begins…
“Había una vez…”

