Assignment: Copy the word Destiny in your own handwriting see where it takes you for two full pages.
Destiny… Have you ever wondered what that word means? Not the definition of the word but what your own personal destiny is. Does your destiny include certain people? A certain event? How each decision you make leads you closer to where you’re suppose to be? Or is it all supersitious?
I feel like even though my destiny is what I make it, that it also depends on the decisions I make. If I continue in one route, it’ll take me to another. Like a tree just starting to grow it’s branches. Why can’t things ever be easy? Why can’t we know what is meant for us? Or what to do in situations that we can’t possibly know what to do.
Surprises on how our own destiny lies is something I’d rather avoid. I’ve continuously felt like my life is in a routine, as if I’m stuck with no where to go and yet I’m trying to continue, to better myself to create a life and destiny I want to have. I guess it’s easier said then done.
Memory is imagination.
Room to Write. Page 2.
Begin with the phrase “I remember” and start writing. It doesn’t matter whether you stick with one memory or list several. You can retrieve memories from as far back as childhood (or past lives) to as recently as yesterday. Just record what comes to you. Don’t stop until you’ve reached 2 pages.
I remember… how close I was to my grandma, my Abuela. I remember playing dolls with her and role playing Disney scenes with her at her small home in Mexico. I remember her falling asleep while we played and me waking her up every time, “Abuela, te estas durmiendo!” (Grandma, you’re falling sleep!) She was always so sleepy, my poor Abuela. She was always so kind, so beautiful, such an amazing seamstress. She also used to read to me, straight out of the Bible, but the only stories that stuck to me where the one of Adam and Eve. The other was of her father, my great grandfather being strict, and not allowing her to go on a date with my grandfather, my Abuelo. I think that’s how it started, I think that’s why I always felt so close to a man I never got the honor of meeting. He passed before I was born, but the stories I’ve heard, the pictures I’ve seen help keep him alive in our hearts. I feel like he’s my angel, looking out for me. Ironically before I heard the stories, before any growing on my part happened, I had my first word, which was Caballo -or Horse in Spanish. Which was my grandfathers favorite animal. He was watching over me then, he still is now. Even if we never met, I feel the love he has for me, through my Abuela.