🌼RECORDAR ES VIVIR🌼
A medida que los días pasan van surgiendo anécdotas con cada día vivido, eso que se vive se guarda consigo y llega el momento en que, por algún motivo abres el cajón de los recuerdos y te topas con un sobre llamado memoria. Descubres cuanto hay guardado en él, sientes gratitud por todo lo que has vivido, vas anexando mas eventos a dicho sobre y a medida que ves en ese sobre los recuerdos, llegas al punto de querer revivir cada uno de ellos; al menos tomando los positivos y te das cuenta que has o vas coleccionando lo más valioso que has vivido y tú vida se ha convertido en única por todo ello.
Fue ahí donde llegué yo al leer el título de esta Iniciativa creada por 
Soy de coleccionar regalos, admiro mucho a aquella persona que hace su mayor esfuerzo por regalarme un pedazo de sí, porque indudablemente es asi. El tiempo para mí es un buen regalo y que alguien me regale del suyo es gratitud, si coleccionas algo de la naturaleza es ella quien te está obsequiando, así mismo pasa con las personas.
Necesitaría hacer muchas partes en mi Blog para contar las anécdotas pero hoy quiero compartir con ustedes los detalles que aún conservo y quedarán por siempre marcados en mi corazón y mente.
✍LA CARTA DE MAMÁ Y PAPÁ✍
Estos son dos obsequios que guardo y guardaré mientras pueda. Mi papá es muy poco expresivo y bastante reservado; su forma de mostrar amor es mediante hechos, su dedicación y esfuerzo se ve en ese Te Amo que algún día quisieramos escuchar mis hermanos y yo...No lo dice pero lo demuestra, conservo esta carta que me escribió hace algunos años y en mi mente ha quedado grabado ese momento cuando unas horas después de leer la carta, de su boca salió un "TE QUIERO", sus brazos abiertos esperándome para acurrucarme después de escuchar esas dos palabaras que han sido importantes para mí.
Mi mamá también había escrito para mi una carta, su amor expresado en ella fue aquel arcoiris que iluminó la noche en que la leí, tener sus brazos extendidos para mí en aquel lugar donde nos volvíamos a ver al igual que mi papá hoy lo recuerdo como la muestra de amor más puro.
💜Son dos tesoros que guardo, como sagrados, y siempre recordaré.💜
Siempre lo he dicho, la mejor etapa de la juventud que viví fue la de Bachillerato. El liceo me permitió conocer personas grandiosas con las que hoy en su mayoría conservo una amistad. Viví, reí, lloré, canté, bromeé, estudié y crecí como persona. Mi círculo fue nutritivo y hoy en día agradezco haberme topado con esas personas.
📓Cuaderno de despedida con amor.📓
En mi liceo había curso de 1ro hasta 5to año ( de 1ro a 3ro habían 10 secciones mientras qué 4to y 5to solo tenía tres secciones, Sección A, Sección B, y Sección C", al finalizar 3er año el plantel hacía reducción de secciones con los mejores promedios las cuales al completar 3 secciones para cuarto y quinto año desplegaban los demás estudiantes hacia otro liceo. Mi promedio estaba en 18pts por lo tanto continuaba cuarto y 5to año en el mismo colegio, al igual que mi grupo de amigas, habían compañeros que iban a otro liceo cercano. Cuando finalizamos tercer año decidimos en la sección quedar con un recuerdo, rayar camisas que se había vuelto tradición y entregar un cuaderno para que, quien quisiera plasmará ahí lo que deseaba.
Hace 10 años terminé bachillerato y conservo conmigo lo que cada uno de ellos escribió. Las camisas cada que voy a mi closet las veo y estaticamente regreso a aquellos muchachos con los que reí y aprendí diversas cosas, el cuaderno tengo un año consecutivo leyéndolo cada cierto tiempo, cuando deseo volver al pasado para llenarme de aquello que muchas veces me hizo feliz.
Al pasar a 4to año me separé por elección de la directiva de mis amigas que habían estudiado conmigo desde la primaria, y que eran ellas quien habían escrito mucho más en mi cuaderno, estábamos en el mismo colegio pero en secciones diferentes. Me tocó hacer nuevas amistades, lo que me tomó un par de días mientras tomába confianza con mis nuevos compañeros viví lo que nunca había vivido, hice lo que nunca había hecho.
Mi anécdota especial de 5to año ha sido cuando una vez una profesora estaba de cumpleaños y ese día teníamos exámen, ninguno había estudiado por lo que, planeamos comprar una torta para hacer pasar la hora de clase en la que correspondía el exámen cantando cumpleaños. Bien, la mayoría colaboró y llegaron a comprar la torta en la panadería que quedaba al cruzar la calle detrás del colegio. Una vez estaba la torta en el escritorio un compañero al que llamamos por su apellido BARRETO, tomó la torta y se paseaba con ella por el salón cuando de repente la torta se le cayó, sin haber siquiera llegado la profesora 😅🤣🤣 la algarabía era grande en el salón, la risa sucumbia, la alarma del desastre no cesaba y la voz de todos "Te toca comprarla solo ahora" entre risas y sobresaltos no le quedó otra opción de enmendar el desastre comprando otra torta SOLO, para que no nos hicieran el exámen.
Finalizar Bachillerato sin separarme de los viejos amigos y con los nuevos de 4to y 5to fue para mí un orgullo, cada uno hace mis recuerdos mas agradables y lo mejor de todo es que cada cierto tiempo converso con ellos.
👩🎓MI TÍTULO DE INGENIERO👩🎓
Algo imposible de recordar y guardar como un tesoro en el Baúl de los recuerdo es el día de mi graduación universitaria, este día lo recuerdo desde el primer momento, porque hubieron ciertas cosas que lo hacen particular las cuales pienso contar en otro post. Ver que todo el esfuerzo, dedicación, desespero, trasnocho me iba a ser devuelto en un Documento que certifica todo lo antes mencionado y qué ahí en base a ello estaba plasmado el amor que le tenía a la carrera que había elegido desde niña y que como joven había terminado de la mejor forma🥰.
Sin duda, estos tres recuerdos significativos para mí han sido la base para que otros momentos que guardo en mi corazón sigan plasmados en mi memoria como excelentes. De ellos surgen muchos más que hacen latir mi corazón a mil, cada persona que estuvo en el proceso ha dejado en mi muchos aprendizajes los cuáles me han servido para ser quién hoy en Día soy y agradecer lo que hoy en día agradezco.
🌼TO REMEMBER IS TO LIVE🌼
How many times have we heard that phrase that certainly has so much truth in itself. Each one of us has gone through incomparable moments, moments that we enjoy or that in part we wish had never happened, but it is necessary to see both sides of the coin to understand how important it is to live. The conquest of a love is remembered and treasured as the most valuable moment, we tend to want to forget the breakup but it is not possible, there is no real Caset erasure because there are traces of what marked us. Our first day at work, the day to day at the university, the first time we had a baby that carries our blood in our arms, the birthday of a loved one and ours, the time you laughed out loud because crossing in front of a house a dog barked and scared you, when you helped someone in need and your soul was fed in silence because you were helpful, when you overcame the coldness and embraced your brother or sister together with that every goal accomplished in our life project counts as a treasure.
As the days go by, anecdotes emerge with each day lived, that which is lived is kept with you and the moment arrives when, for some reason, you open the drawer of memories and you come across an envelope called memory. You discover how much is stored in it, you feel gratitude for everything you have lived, you keep adding more events to that envelope and as you see the memories in that envelope, you get to the point of wanting to relive each one of them; at least taking the positive ones and you realize that you have or are collecting the most valuable things you have lived and your life has become unique because of all of it.
That's where I arrived when I read the title of this initiative created by
I am a collector of gifts, I admire very much that person who does his best to give me a piece of himself, because undoubtedly it is so. Time for me is a good gift and that someone gives me a gift of his is gratitude, if you collect something from nature is she who is giving you a gift, so it is with people.
I would need to make many parts in my Blog to tell the anecdotes but today I want to share with you the details that I still keep and will remain forever marked in my heart and mind.
✍THE LETTER FROM MOM AND DAD✍
These are two gifts that I keep and will keep as long as I can. My dad is very little expressive and quite reserved; his way of showing love is through deeds, his dedication and effort is seen in that "I love you" that someday my brothers and I would like to hear...He doesn't say it but he shows it, I keep this letter he wrote me some years ago and in my mind is engraved that moment when a few hours after reading the letter, from his mouth came a "I LOVE YOU", his open arms waiting for me to cuddle after hearing those two words that have been important to me.
My mom had also written a letter for me, her love expressed in it was that rainbow that illuminated the night I read it, to have her arms outstretched for me in that place where we saw each other again just like my dad, today I remember it as the purest sign of love.
💜They are two treasures that I keep, as sacred, and I will always remember.💜
I have always said it, the best stage of my youth was high school. The high school allowed me to meet great people with most of whom I still have friendships today. I lived, laughed, cried, sang, joked, studied and grew as a person. My circle was nourishing and today I am grateful to have met those people.
📓 farewell notebook with love📓
In my high school there were courses from 1st to 5th grade (from 1st to 3rd grade there were 10 sections while 4th and 5th had only three sections, Section A, Section B, and Section C), at the end of 3rd grade the school reduced the sections with the best averages which when completing 3 sections for 4th and 5th grade the rest of the students were deployed to another high school. My average was 18 points so I continued my fourth and fifth year in the same school, as well as my group of friends, there were classmates who went to another high school nearby. When we finished third year we decided in the section to keep a souvenir, scratching shirts, which had become a tradition, and giving a notebook so that whoever wanted could write in it what they wanted.
Ten years ago I finished high school and I keep with me what each one of them wrote. The shirts every time I go to my closet I see them and statically return to those boys with whom I laughed and learned many things, the notebook I have a consecutive year reading it from time to time, when I want to return to the past to fill me with that which many times made me happy.
When I moved to 4th grade I was separated by choice of the board from my friends who had studied with me since elementary school, and they were the ones who had written much more in my notebook, we were in the same school but in different sections.
It was my turn to make new friends, which took me a couple of days while I gained confidence with my new classmates, I lived what I had never lived before, I did what I had never done before.
My special 5th year anecdote was when once a teacher had a birthday and that day we had an exam, none of us had studied so we planned to buy a cake to spend the hour of class when the exam was due singing birthdays. Well, most of them collaborated and came to buy the cake at the bakery across the street behind the school. Once the cake was on the desk, a classmate, whom we call by his last name BARRETO, took the cake and was walking around the room with it when suddenly the cake fell, without even the teacher having arrived 😅🤣🤣, there was a great uproar in the room, the laughter succumbed, the alarm of the disaster did not cease and the voice of all "You have to buy it alone now" between laughter and shocks she had no choice but to amend the disaster by buying another cake ALONE, so that they would not make us the exam.
Finishing high school without leaving my old friends and with the new ones from 4th and 5th grade was a source of pride for me, each one makes my memories more pleasant and the best of all is that every now and then I talk with them.
👩🎓MY ENGINEERING DEGREE👩🎓
Something impossible to remember and keep as a treasure in the trunk of memories is the day of my college graduation, this day I remember from the first moment, because there were certain things that make it particular which I will tell in another post. Seeing that all the effort, dedication, desperation and late nights were going to be returned to me in a document that certifies all the above mentioned and that there, based on it, the love that I had for the career that I had chosen since I was a child and that as a young woman I had finished in the best way🥰.
Undoubtedly, these three significant memories for me have been the basis for other moments that I keep in my heart are still captured in my memory as excellent. From them arise many more that make my heart beat a thousand, each person who was in the process has left in me many lessons which have helped me to be who I am today and to be grateful for what I am grateful for today.
