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Continue reading →: Daily ritual
Love is a state of being. An act of kindness to a stranger A shoulder to cry on for a friend A thoughtful gesture for a new acquaintance An embrace, a cuddle, a kiss To uplift the spirit and prompt a smile Accolades given Time shared Each day we can…
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Continue reading →: Vulnerability
The light cannot shine bright, without passing through the dark, piercing it and radiating outwards. Greatness of spirit is not born from a life of comfort and ease, but from having overcome hardships, tribulations, strife, persevering and transforming itself in perpetuity. Love is only as pure as the heart of…
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Continue reading →: The meaning of 46
Another year has passed and I turn 46 only to find myself continually faced with the persistent existential crisis that consumed my thoughts for the past 4 years. Why am I here? What is my purpose? What meaning does life have? The questions are yet unanswered but having asked them…
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Continue reading →: Encuentros por Paris
En el verano del 2023, decidí irme a vivir en Paris con el objetivo de encontrar la pasión y perderme en el romanticismo de esa ciudad. Logré mi objetivo, pero no estaba emocionalmente lista para enfrentar a mis sentimientos y a como relacionar con otras personas a nivel intimo. Pasaron…
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Continue reading →: Identity & Belonging as a Neurodivergent
Growing up with X-Men When I was a young child of about 6 or 7 years old, I used to wake up on Saturday mornings and eagerly run downstairs to plant myself in front of the television. When I wasn’t getting yelled at by my stepfather and was allowed to…
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Continue reading →: Life is a battlefield
I’ve always felt like a phantom human. Not ever really part of this existence, of humanity. Talented, hard working, taking initiative and always top performing. Yet also, always fighting to be seen, struggling for a chance or opportunity. I am a good person. I am an excellent professional and have…
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Continue reading →: Anchor
It’s been 8 months. 8 months since I lost the anchor that kept me from drifting out to sea, lost, hopeless and without any chance of finding myself home. I lost my home, never to return again. I have no direction now, no idea where I am going or what…
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Continue reading →: Sundays with Rosé
She is my only friend, Rosé. Neuroscientists say that human beings require boredom in order to fire off connections in their brain that allow them a point of reflection and deeper thinking. They say being bored is good for us as it allows time for the synapses in our brain…
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Continue reading →: Anniversary
It is the 10th year anniversary of my marriage, although it has been about 7 months since my spouse, and I have separated. To say that it is a difficult day, would be an understatement. My heart aches from the remembrance of this day 10 years ago, when we walked…
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Continue reading →: Loss
Loss. I don’t know how to cope with it. Grief comes in waves, crashing over me at inopportune times. While I am walking down the street, a flashing memory or a thought will suddenly overcome me. I crumble emotionally and the automatic response are a flood of tears streaming down…
Hola,
I’m Ana Lucia
I was born in Guatemala City, and raised and educated in the USA. Drawn to the old world and endowed with the gift for language, I’ve lived in Europe between Barcelona, Paris and London for the past 12 years. I’ve explored this continent and all of it’s diversity of people, piqued by so many I meet and the cultures they represent and those to which they must adapt.
I write to express the myriad of thoughts, feelings and experiences that have been my life. This includes topics of identity and self-discovery, relationships, love as well as the occasional film critique or social commentary.
I reside in an ideal world in my mind, where love is pure, people are genuine and connections are the currency of abundance that makes life wonderful.
Thinker. Dreamer. Lover 