@rocksteadybae

"It Is Not What Happens To You It Is How You Respond To It"

2018-09-05T09:29:00.001-07:00

I'm not sure if anyone else can relate to feeling like you were "born to do more", I know I sure can!

A feeling of living past those expectations set for you or staying stagnant in one position because someone has control over your every move. I enjoy growing in every facet of my life, there is always an opportunity to learn from every scenario.

For the past eleven years or so, I worked a side gig in addition to my full-time job that I always thought would have my back regardless of any misunderstandings and boy was I wrong. Throughout the years, I was loyal and dedicated to this company, I realized as time went by that I always made myself available to them even when my schedule conflicted, I always put them first. That's because I'm big about doing what I say I will do, even if after telling you that I will do something laziness kicks in or my schedule changes. If I said that I will be there or do something, then expect me to come through.

Let's call this company Duvalin for the sake of anonymity.
I enjoyed working for Duvalin up until the last minute. I have a built up visual photobook and some hard copies of the memories that will always live with me and make me smile. Duvalin was not always bad, and it provided me with opportunities to travel and get a feel for working in an entertainment professional setting. I created relationships that I will always cherish and be thankful for and expanded my knowledge and experience in working with different leadership styles, personalities, and hierarchies. In the last five years or so, the dynamic of this company changed, and things were getting out of hand that I never spoke up about, things that made me feel less than and not fit to do my job. A job that I always got commended on for but that I was being challenged to improve on because of one individual's confrontational ways and disapproval. On various occasions, I was intimidated in front of those who I was assigned to lead. Even in the entertainment business, people will agree with me that upper management should learn to treat others with respect. After eleven years, Duvalin decided to let me go via an email message about around the same time my father passed away.

The first thing that came to mind after reading the email I received while riding on the bus headed towards the gym was disbelief, shock, sadness but overall confusion. I expected more of a company that I always provided one hundred percent to, so I honestly thought it was a joke. The email made no mention of their gratitude for the years of service that I had provided and instead mentioned their opinion of how they assumed I felt about my position at their company. They stated that my heart was no longer into it...honestly, how would they have known, they never asked me if that's how I felt. I made it to the gym safely that day and as hard as I found it to get my workout on, I motivated myself to workout and not react to the email. Later that night, I discussed the email with my best friend who at that moment decided to step down as well, the professionalism showed by this company was degrading.

Receiving that email that afternoon was upsetting, I felt like I should have been given an opportunity to express myself about all of the things that were going on behind the scenes. Things that I never thought to share because I wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible, and live a drama free life. The behavior and treatment towards me by someone who I once looked up to is the reason why I was let go. This individual felt threatened by my professionalism, experience, knowledge and lied about my work ethic and personality to upper management.

Dang. (insert deep breath..3..2..1)

It took months for me to get the courage to write about this situation, however, I want you to know that even in times of despair or those times when you feel that you are lost, discouraged or have no support, you are not alone. In my case, I was never alone because I'm fortunate enough to always be able to count on my best friend; he always has my back. Don't doubt for a second that when I'm wrong, he'll be quick to tell me to get it together, in this case, he knew this was not fair.

Sometimes things happen in life to make room for even better things to come. I didn't understand or want to make sense of that then because crying made me feel so much better. The only other person who I thought I could freely run to, a gal pal from the past had shifted her ways to live up to others expectations and was no longer who I once knew. "It hurts to realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were". To think that this person could have been the reason why I was let go in the first place is sickening.

To put things into perspective all of this happened a little bit after my fathers passing, and that was eye-opening, to say the least. I choose effort over everything now, and in every situation. I deserve as much respect, love, and support as you do, and I will do my best to project that onto you if you show me some effort. I have learned to vibrate at a higher frequency to value myself for who I am and most importantly I appreciate and give to those who show me love, time and appreciation.

It all makes so much sense to me now. I was re-routed to do better and bigger things because I was not being appreciated in that setting. God will shift your setting when you are naive enough to stay in a place longer than you should, especially if that place no longer serves you.

Can you relate? If so, change your outlook on life, vibrate higher by getting grounded, read a book that you love, do yoga, get your workout on, get out in nature, go for a run...there are endless possibilities. Get out there and begin manifesting the life of your dreams, the power is in your hands!

I know now without question or a shadow of a doubt that I'm a fucken good friend, a big sis that loves her siblings, a knowledgeable asset, a giver and forever momma, and daddy's girl.

I was born to do more, hence the rerouting of things!

until next time, with love.

@rocksteadybae

It's Never Too Late To Say, “Thank You!”

2018-03-14T16:24:00.001-07:00

I was at a loss for words at the funeral service. Truthfully though, I would have been a mess, and a flowing river of tears, therefore, I want to share some final words with you here.

As the eldest of the five children that my dad left behind, most of the responsibility fell on my plate. I took on that responsibility head-on from the beginning and even when I did not know what was coming I decided I would tackle whatever came our way as it arrived. Being at the hospital every day and every step of the way for the entirety of the time as my father’s illness progressed alongside my mother, and faced with the reality of making some of the toughest decisions on the spot was enough for me to refrain from speaking at the service. I felt that my responsibility was to comfort my mother at that moment and to let her know that we were all in this together and that she will always be able to count on us 100% of the time. God knows that even when the medical staff lost faith in the situation at hand, I never lost faith as severe as the prognosis was. I had high hopes that my dad would pull through and get through it all. From the very first incident brought on by this illness, and throughout the entire process, my mom, my siblings, my husband and I couldn’t catch a break. My sisters admire my strength; little do they know that I gravitate towards their strength to focus on staying as strong as possible. My husband, my mother, and my sisters are my backbone, and I know they will always have my back no matter the circumstances.

From here on, I choose to remain focused, and even under these unpleasant conditions; I will strive to make my dad proud. I hope no one is ever faced with the same situation and nightmare that my family endured. It is too painful and scars you for life, to think that an infection can mask tumors and in turn cause a sudden loss in your family is disastrous. We lost our father who was part of our everyday life to Balamuthia mandrillaris, a brain-eating amoeba, and our mother lost her life partner of 40 years. In an effort to spread awareness on the severity of this infection, I ask that you research the infection yourself, and share the information with others. Only a handful of people have survived the repercussions that come from this infection. Prior to knowing about the infection, my father was healthy, a hard-working man dedicated to his family and to living a happy life. He was friendly and very lovable- always making sure that his children and wife, and those surrounding him were doing well. He was full of life and laughter, and I thank God I got to share so many moments with him. At times, all we would do was make each other laugh, and enjoy our time together. I’ll never forget how he always made sure that I ate, he always asked if I wanted “frijoles” (my favorite food) or if I was hungry or thirsty. My dad never cared for material things or possessions, he cared about how genuine someone was and their heart. Dad valued someones words and actions over anything materialistic. He had pride in saying that he may not have owned property on earth or a fancy car but he felt that he had all of his kids and wife’s love and that it made him feel complete. This infection targeted my father, a man who was in the best shape of his life and let me tell you he fought until the very last minute. I will forever cherish the memories I have of him, and the last videos and moments I have from spending my time with him in the hospital daily. Even when he was faced with the worst he never stopped looking at the bright side of things.

I want to thank you if you attended our dad's funeral service on Friday and/or his mass and burial on Saturday or both days. We shared both days with over 400 loving individuals and we will be eternally grateful for the outpouring of love and support that our father and family received. To those who drove from many lengths to make it, I hope you know that your time and efforts did not go unnoticed. To those who contributed to our father’s funeral expenses and those who shared words of sympathy, and their love and support with us, we are thankful. To my father's colleagues and everyone at Pacific Alloy Castings, I want to thank you for loving our father as much as you did, for showing him just how much at his service and for all your love and support during this trying time. I'd like to thank the baseball community that showed up and loved our dad dearly. Our Lucha Libre and Venum family for the love and support throughout the entire time, my LA Metro family for being so understanding of the situation and for your comforting words, contributions, and hugs when I needed them most. My RHS family for your contributions, support and your attendance at the service. Additionally, I'd like to also thank my CSUN Cohort150 family for the heartfelt cards filled with love, and for your contributions- I love you all, and I will be back soon. I want to thank you personally if you spent time with dad at the hospital and if you stopped by for more than one visit. To my uncle, Rene and my god-father Alex, thank you for lifting me up and knowing what words to use when I felt like my world was tumbling down, and for all of your continual support. If you dropped off food for us or comforted my mom, my siblings or I at some point, thank you. My mother is by far one of the strongest women I know, and although she or I may not grieve in public at times, our hearts are torn into pieces.

I ‘am so grateful for the family and family of friends that surrounds us and continues to strengthen us through the days. I want you to know that we value your support more than you can ever imagine.

Sometimes I wonder...Do people really judge others by their cover?!

2017-07-07T13:58:00.001-07:00

This article was a good read and I felt like sharing!

Can't wait to hear what you think :)

w/love,

Yesi
@rocksteadybae

What I've been up to lately...

2017-03-02T14:19:00.004-08:00

I have been researching fitness, nutrition and health which has brought up some thoughts and memories from the past. Good times as I recall because my grandmother was around to motivate us, bless us and nourish us with her wonderful recipes that were always rich with nutritional values.

More than anything all of the wonderful memories have made me realize that I've had a passion for physical fitness for a very long time. Recently, as I was researching magnesium deficiency I realized I have been intrigued with physical fitness since I was a little girl. I remember motivating and persuading my cousins to workout, and I was their trainer. We would run, do push-ups, sit-ups and jumping jacks as well. Time has enabled me to appreciate the gift that fitness brings with it...a feeling of relief, relaxation after going hard, a stress free state, natural adrenaline and how addicted you can become as you see the results in your body. Most of all I think it does wonders on your mental health and sanity. It teaches you to how to love yourself, and how strong you truly are.

Fitness is something that I'm passionate about, is there something that brings you joy or something that you are passionate about?

Comment below

Ideas, ideas, ideas...What are some of the things you'd like me to post about?

2017-01-04T13:17:00.001-08:00

Leave a comment below so that I get an idea of what you're interested in reading, or inbox me your questions/topics at

rocksteadybabe@yahoo.com

Happy New Year!!!

2017-01-03T14:50:00.002-08:00

Wishing you the very best this year, the year of the rooster according to the Chinese calendar.

We all have 365 opportunities to get out there and live life to the fullest. Don't allow others to place a limit on your potential; prove them wrong but most importantly do things for you.

I hope you soar this year and reach for the stars!!

An awesome quote to begin the weekend and something to think of..

2016-12-16T14:17:00.000-08:00

@TrentShelton #rehabtime

Living life to the fullest- and overcoming the things that make us question ourselves

2016-12-15T14:20:00.000-08:00

Life is precious, and in most cases we take it for granted. We feel a lot, and amongst everything we allow circumstances and scenarios to get us irritated or frustrated. For one reason or another, we have allowed meaningful things to get in our way. Sometimes it seems inevitable or unavoidable but is it really worth it?! Should that so called friend who avoids you be a reason to second guess yourself, or a reason to question your worth...I don't think so. I can say from experience that at some point or another when your faced with any type of separation/distance it'll make you question certain things. Like for example, how good of a friend you are/were? or if you are even worth having a conversation with? All of those thoughts, and emotions come into play and these things can aggravate our well being which can become detrimental to ones health.

In situations and cases like the ones mentioned above where you're feeling hopeless, keep in mind that leaving the situation and looking for alternative ways to nourish your mind and soul is key. You can compare this behavior and similarity in a different setting using a flower. If a flower is malnourished and doesn't get enough water on a daily basis, that flower will eventually dry out and die. The treatment of the flower and how were treated in real life is very similar, however, in our case it will begin to affect our health, mind and soul.

As human beings we have the opportunity to change or leave a situation altogether (in most cases); we are not stuck in a clay pot like the flower. Picking up a good habit, or a hobby that keeps us entertained, healthy and well nourished can make all the difference. I want to remind you to pay attention to the vibes that you receive from others, and if you feel that they are not benefitting your mind & soul...that you find the courage to untangle yourself and walk away from the situation.

Remember that just like family, your family of friends and those closest to you should encourage you, understand you, support you and overall help you become a better version of yourself!!!

Here are some of the things that nourish my mind and feed my me soul:)

Working out, learning new ways to apply make-up, crock-pot cooking recipes, running, and watching/attending Lucha Libre functions.

I can't wait to read about what gets you in a good mood...comment below!

Any thoughts?! Questions?

Yesi

xoxo

My journey from 200 pounds and a size 14 to a size 5/6

2011-08-22T15:44:00.000-07:00

A lot of you have asked so how is it that I can stay so motivated when I can easily fall off the wagon (when it comes to working out and eating well) well here goes...

It all began when I was little, I loved working out and dancing has always been my passion. I know this may sound like I was a bully (but nothing like that) I was actually watching over my little cousins, my brothers and sisters when I would make them work out. I would wake up early in the morning like 6am at 13 years old and I would run about 20 laps around my grandmas yard, do push ups, run up and down the stairs and do jumping jacks. A little after this, I began High School and I started a very strict workout regimen as a Drill/Dance member. We had to be in our spots in line at the school no later than 6:30am, so I would wake up at 5am and had everything prepared and ready to go since the night before. We would run so much and sometimes also use what is known as indian style running (when we all run in a straight line for 10 laps and for the entire time running the last person in line had to run to the front until we finished the laps). Working out with the team kept me in real good shape and I became somewhat amazed with the work outs, even more so than when I was a little. The years went by quickly and I graduated from high school, I was sad because that meant no more dancing with the team and no more spirit activities.

The years went by and after I turned 21, I kind of just let myself go. I had undergone a bad breakup (this does not justify anything) and eventhough I had 100% of my loved ones support, I lost myself in deep thoughts of worthlessness. I started binge drinking and eating at various hours of the night and I realized that my clothes began to fit tight. I would drink a lot of beer and I would enjoy going out, always ignoring the secondary effects this would cause in the long run. Throughout high school and at 21, I weight no more than 115-120 at 5'8 (I was a size 5). After about a year of drinking and partying, when I was 22 years old and I had started dating someone, I decided to get on the scale and weight myself. I had shot up to 200 pounds and I was a size 14. Below I've posted a picture of myself where I was 200 pounds, not only do I look so different but in looking at this image I see a very sad version of me.

My boyfriend at the time has become not only my husband now but also my best friend and life saver. I asked for his help back then and he could have walked away, however, he has been my motivator since day one and is continously motivating me to be who I want to be. He encourages me as I do with him to pursue each others goals and dreams "to infinity and beyond". This is my motivation picture (the picture above), the one that keeps me alert and wanting to always look youger than I'am.

"I truly believe that you're only as young as you feel and if you workout and eat well, not only will you feel great, you will also look fantastic." Below is a picture of me now, any thoughts?!