THIS WEEK, FOR YOU [1]
Welcome to The Weekly Serve — think of it as your weekly plate of goodness. An open invitation to pull up a chair at a long table where stories, songs, and ideas come together. Each week, you’re invited to join me on this shared journey through the curious tunnel of creativity and everyday life.
También escribiré en español, simplemente lo que me inspire esa semana.
THE SEVEN—THE PLAYLIST
Seven songs, seven days. Simple, yet just enough to let them breathe and get the space they deserve. I’ll be rotating them each week to match the shifting moods. Anything can happen.
If you're here, you're like me—someone who loves to discover new artists or take a musical trip back in time. So... don’t hesitate to comment or DM me with new music. Sharing is caring. This is a collective, and if you think a song belongs in THE SEVEN, send it my way.
This week’s first track has been stirring something in me. It’s been the soundtrack to my creative sessions and my last IG post. Hopefully it sparks something in you too.
Also, do yourself a favor and watch The Making of Wash. I don’t make music, but there’s something so captivating about witnessing another human’s creative process. It’s a reminder of how deeply personal and sacred creativity is. There’s a kind of positive synergy I feel when I watch it—it inspires me every single time.
It’s been two months packed with change:
🏁 Drastic shifts in routine.
🏁 A work trip to New York.
🏁 A visit to Medellín to show my parents a new city.
🏁 Then back to Miami to patiently wait and be still while things unfold.
It’s been beautiful—truly! and quite nerve-racking.
This season of life feels so special. I don’t want to rush past it. I fought for this. Yes, it was graciously given, but I also busted my butt for years to get to where I’m transitioning today. So… why do I sometimes find it hard to enjoy it? I keep needing to remind myself: I deserve this.
Whenever I catch myself slipping into old patterns of doubt, I immediately shift the narrative. It’s wild—what I’m living today was once the vision that kept me going. And now that it’s here? Gratitude has to be louder than the fear.
You know those IG posts about the real luxuries in life?
Slow mornings
Freedom to choose
People you love
People who love you back
Peace of mind
Rest without guilt
Meaningful conversations
Time for fun
Amigxs, I’m currently rich.
Something I’m grateful for: My bed. A while ago, I invested in a super luxe mattress, then went all in on the perfect pillows, duvet, and blankets. Nothing compares. I suffer when I travel or sleep somewhere else. Home is where she is???
Something I’m learning: The art of patience—especially in the kitchen. I wouldn’t call myself a chef, but I’m not terrible either. I just… currently lack the patience it demands. Honestly, I love breakfast and that’s about it. Still, part of me dreams of channeling my inner Martha Stewart, hosting friends with beautifully plated dishes. But this week? I rushed boiling three eggs. Took them out way too early. Let’s just say—it got messy.
This week, le bajamos dos a la vida.
Gracias por leer<3
