My mojo used to be the shit. It’s roughly six weeks until my 41st birthday and I’ve been doing a great deal of reflecting on my life. Thus far, I have experienced more than my share of adventures and shenanigans. If these walls could talk or if Facebook existed 20 years ago, I may not be here now because my parents would have, surely, killed me! The drunken, hot mess party girl has NEVER been me. Uugggh! The thought of her makes me cringe but I was THAT girl in the club every weekend. Yes, mi gente- I was on a first name basis with most of the security and DJ’s in the club… and I mean from the reggae clubs to the salsa spot. I LIVED to dance! Ay, “The Parabox” comes to mind immediately. I digress.
Since that time, I’ve been living the life of the proverbial soccer mom without the minivan. *gags* Now, my days and nights are filled with asking Mr. Negro With Tumbao what he wants for dinner. Between 7 and 8pm, we, religiously, watch “Family Feud” with Steve Harvey and then our prime time shows while we hold hands. I make sure that Little Miss Negrita With Tumbao has done her homework, prepared for the following day of school, and gets a good night’s sleep. Please understand well-by no means am I saying that my life is unfulfilled or boring.In taking care of the people who I love, I’ve forgotten how to be who I was. No, I don’t want to be the vieja in the club every weekend. That’s just absurd! Lord knows that I need to be asleep somewhere. However, I DO feel like I’ve lost myself in the shuffle of domestic life.
I have lost my mojo!
You would not catch me DEAD leaving out of the house in workout gear or yoga pants to do a compra. Now, you’d be lucky if I don’t go in my pajamas. OH MY GOD! This can’t be my life. Before, I took the time to create a 5- minute face because “a lady should never be in the streets with a bare face”. Today, I grabbed a colorless lip balm. I KNOW-it’s bad but here’s my saving grace! For a few years now, I had been growing out my hair. My honey loves my hair long. I had been a pelirroja for over 20 years and decided to go honey blonde. It felt GOOD! I felt refreshed and sexy. I wanted more. I pondered for over a year the many ways that I could reinvent myself. I polled family and friends, rummaged through the pages of magazines looking for some kind of inspiration. Then, I found it. I would cut my hair. Rihanna’s sexy faux hawk stood out to me. Would you believe my dear amiguita, Judy, recommended her personal hairstylist to me. A cubanita named Gloria. She WORKED my hair out! I felt AMAZING! Everbody loved it including my honey and our daughter! This was the reinvention that I required in order to rediscover the woman I used to be. She was fierce, spontaneous, and sexy. I find myself reverting back to that 5 minute face and being more aware of how I dress when I leave the house. Although I still love to cut a rug, my clubbing days are over. I won’t ever drive a minivan either. (Don’t judge me!) I have managed to bring back the mojo that I had been lacking for the past few years and rest assured that I will NOT be losing it anytime soon! Pa’lante!
What have YOU done to get your mojo back?