I’ve been told to my face that my business is soft.
Been laughed at for trying to understand code.
Been challenged by recruiters for claiming I’m ‘creative’.
Stigmatized for my Hispanic heritage, avoided for being in a sorority, and disregarded like a “sweetie” for not knowing what to charge.
And each time it stings. Each time I feel tears wallow up in my throat because God made me sensitive to mean things being said. Even asking a teacher for back-up when my family was made fun of only earned me a chuckle saying “get used to it, you’re a girl.”
Stepped into a counseling center for the very first time.
Ran a 10k.
Staycationed for spring break.
Organized a TEDx event.
Supported mom organizing her own.
Flew to NYC for another one.
Read a lot.
Wrote even more.
The hard part isn’t the creation of things, it’s the cultivation of them. No matter the fact that I really want to write a book. If I don’t ever open up my calendar and block in time each week to write and strategize what the intent of my words are and SHOW UP in those dedicated times to make it happen...nothing will ever, ever happen.
I have decided to redefine myself, and it's a decision that's come from 8 months of choosing joy across as many avenues of my life I felt called to love again. For context: 2017 was a year I sank without realizing I was sinking (and really, isn't that always how it happens?).
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.