photo by Brissa Hazel
Hey guys. I know, I know, I have been silent most of 2017 and well, I’m down to posting once a month. Let me tell you why. I’ve burnt out. Life has been, to say the very least, a real bitch. It has been a lot of back and forth as to what I want to do with this blog. I enjoy writing but I hadn’t found the time to consistently keep up with this blog and everything else that I do. I had thought about shutting it down but a few friends lost their shit and well, I promised I wouldn’t. So here I am, writing to the few readers I have left, because shit, I wouldn’t read this blog either if I was writing whenever I felt like it. So here is the life update.
You can still get your beauty and fashion fix. I’m the beauty and style editor for Modern Brown Girl, a fairly new digital for the modern Latina. So check me out there and my monthly column, “Ask Yanira”.
The kids are getting bigger and I’m in my feels about that. I was staring at my youngest the other day and I can’t believe he’s so tall, understands me when I ask him something and gets mad when I discipline his brother. My oldest is such a wise soul, I love when we wake up before anyone else and just talk at the breakfast table over a cup of hot chocolate for her, coffee for me. They still get mad when I have to work. Let’s talk about that one. WTF do I do?
I just received an insta message from someone asking what it is that I do because she wants to spend more time at home with her kids. First, a working mom is a working mom. The difference between working from home and outside of the home is the commute. So what do I do? Well, I’ve been a professional makeup artist for my entire adult life and despite all the twists and turns that my career has taken me, I’ve always kept my foot in that door. One, because I love it and two, you just never know when you have to start over. I am on the Chicago artistry team for NARS and now, Charlotte Tilbury as well. So I do that two to three days a week, an occasional fourth during the busy season. I write. I write one article a week for different outlets including MBG. And on top of all of that, once the babies are in bed, I make aromatherapy candles. Yup, I launched an accidental business while searching for a hobby. We are in two shops, one in Indiana and another in Forest Park and an online shop based in Illinois. You can browse the site at Monticello Street Candle Co.
On the home front, remember when I was so excited about this house because of all the upgrades I can do? Well, that takes a lot of time…and money. Some days, I’m like eff it, let’s sell this bish and get a model townhome. But then I remember how that would be so stale and I start loving my home again. Anyway, I figured I’d do little updates on a budget. I hired my girlfriend to paint the trim and doors white in the hallway, which turned into painting the walls as well and changing the light fixture. I’m in the process of painting the front hallway closet myself. I really don’t have time for it, but I started a long time ago and it needs to be done by next week. So paint, paint changes everything and it’s time for a change.
On a more personal note, years ago, I fell in love with a boy. He left town abruptly for work and I struggled to get out of bed. In fact, I lost 10lbs. It was bad and should have been a red flag to how poorly I handle certain situations and how I tend to put myself last, unfortunately. Last January, I signed up for a gym membership, lost the baby weight and was looking amazing for a bit but the stress of my situation then caused me to lose a lot of weight and then it spiraled out of control. I was taking care of home, kids, work, everyone else but myself until a few close friends had to get real with me about the weigh I was losing. I wasn’t trying to lose weight but I found myself working late and being too tired to make myself dinner, or too busy working to make myself lunch, or often times skipping breakfast because we were running late in the morning. Surviving on a few bites here and there and a lot of coffee was making me sick, depressed, even more, tired because I was so weak, irritable and emotional. I never step on a scale, but I needed to this time. 107. In one year, I had lost over 35 lbs. So in 2018, I made a commitment to my health again. Thanks to my friends at work who literally try feeding me all day long, meal prepping so I always have dinner ready, Mr. G who stocked the fridge with fruits, veggies, and my Boost Protein shakes, I’ve gained 12lbs back and counting. I track what I am eating now daily and check the scale once a week. I’ll share my progress with you guys during my next update (but Yanira, when the eff will that be). I don’t know man, let me live. But the point is, I’m not last anymore and the focus is on me and my well being (and my ass because I need that back, thanks). And my appetite is back and that girl that can dog a whole pizza by herself is back, proud, and hungry.
Anyway, gotta run. I have to make 12 more candles today, finish one article, put another coat of paint on that closet, wash my hair, shovel the driveway (I may just drive over it, honestly, I drive an SUV), do a load of laundry. I’m tired just writing that. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.