Saturday, March 31, 2012

Throwback

I wrote this 2 years ago; my Junior year of high school when I was interning at Girls Inc. My supervisor and good friend, Jenny asked me to write something for their blog and this is what I came up with :] 

Taken from: http://www.girlsinc-alameda.org/news/girls-blog/she-is-my-hero



A Mother's Day Thought: She is My Hero!

Submitted by Karla on Sunday, May 9, 2010
I feel the most secure when I am with my mom. I guess you could say she is my best friend. Without her, I would be an entirely different person. She has molded me to be the Karla that I am today. Every hug, every encouraging word, every scolding,  every minute of her life that she has dedicated to me, dwell deep in my heart and make my love and admiration only grow for her. My mom is my world, my “safe place”, my hero. I am awed by her perseverance and her character during the times where I was convinced that she would give up. Her faith increases my faith in the goodness of the world and sometimes that is all I need in order to be Strong, Smart, and Bold.  
It was not always like this though. My mom and I did not have a good relationship. She annoyed me and I frustrated her with my temper, and my stubbornness. It wasn’t really her that I resented, but issues from the past including the seemingly never ending cycle of my parents arguing and separating, our move to Washington without explanation, and my insecurity at school. The reason why I felt resentment was because I needed an apology from my parents. The rancor only grew in time and any little thing would make me explode and verbally lash out at people I did not intend to hurt. I felt like I could not understand my mom and, in turn, she did not understand me. We both gave up for a while and tried to avoid conflict by limiting our contact. Sure, we talked and went places but meaningful conversations were rare. My exterior affect towards these problems showed indifference and apathy while inside, I desperately wanted things to be peaceful and lovely. What could I do though? There was no point in talking because one thing led to another and before I knew it, I had hurt someone’s feelings. Our relationship was callous, ill-tempered and undesirable. 
Because of these stressors, at times I felt like I was unstable. One day my mom and I were doing well and the next, we could not so much as make eye contact. I remember wishing for a different mom. I broke my own heart when I wondered if she did the same thing….wish for a different daughter. It saddened me to think such ungrateful things but in my frustration, I did not know what to think. 
I am not able to recall the exact day where things dramatically changed. I am certain though, that it was my mom who took the first giant step to bettering our family. She left for a week on a retreat with my aunt.  I was convinced was a waste of time. Though I was being pessimistic, I secretly wished for change, any change at all to bring our family closer together. The day she came back, I received the biggest and most comforting hug that I had not felt in a while. She told me she loved me and, was sorry for everything that had happened in the past and asked for forgiveness. At that point, I forgave her but realized that I had not been seeking an apology.  Rather, I was seeking the reassurance of her love and some form of promise that things would get better. With those few words, a weight was lifted and I felt free to express my love to my mom. 
A couple months later, our family had what I guess you would call a relapse. I felt let down for a while. Other times I would have given up hope and gotten discouraged but I had gained a new faith that did not allow me to focus on failure but to know that sooner or later things would get better.
When I think about my mom, I think about all the trials she endured and will continue to endure. Between giving birth to me at 17 to not being accepted by my father’s family, she has not given up on me and my brothers. Everything that she has been through in order to build and fortify our family is truly amazing to me.  Though people have tried to bring her down and make her feel worthless, she still comes through.  A strong woman is what my mom is to me. Every time I feel weak, her comforting words instill in me a new strength. Never did I know the meaning of what it truly is to be Strong, Smart and Bold until I looked at my mother. I am blessed to have the best example at home and hope that other girls at Girls Inc are celebrating their female role models as well.  Happy Mother’s Day! 

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Not to be blunt but...

I ENJOY MY PURITY/VIRGINITY/NON-EXISTENT SEX LIFE.

Just thought I'd put that out there. No, I don't feel like I'm missing out on something. Your smirky comments won't make me want to have sex any sooner. Not having had sex doesn't make me "inexperienced", doesn't make me a prude, or naive & it sure as heck doesn't make me "holier than thou". It just makes me Karla Plascencia, the girl who is waiting for the right one...the right one will be the one that I marry. The guy I want to spend my life with. 

I've turned this matter so much in my mind. Whenever the subject comes up and it turns out that I, as an 18 year old have not had sex, it makes me the weird one. At first, it made me feel weird and like I was actually missing out on something but honestly, I'm not. 

I have so much faith that God has my life perfectly planned out and He is preparing the most amazing, handsome, humorous, and above all God fearing man for me. I believe I'm being prepared also. There's someone out there for me. And when we meet there will be freakin sparks flying everywhere & we'll be RETARDED IN LOVE. 

I'm not about to have sex and give up the most intimate part of me to some guy that will become a memory.

Yep, there goes my random sex rant. I want to wait big woop. Its hard, I won't deny being human but the Lord takes notice of a pure heart and though my eyes may divert at times, He's always there to remind me:
"I have the most gorgeous guy waiting for you and guess what, he likes to cook."  Oh yes.... :]


"Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart" Psalm 37:4
 

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Worried shoes

I have a test tomorrow and I'm nervous. 
I miss home with a passion. 
I feel all mixed up.
I'm afraid of how I will feel tomorrow morning. 
I have to work out at 3:45 am tomorrow.
I called my mom but she doesn't answer. 
My mind is running. 
I WANT TO BE HOME. 
I just don't know what to do...

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Home, please.

I'm still here in Mississippi. Hot, humid with little bursts of wind. Walking to chapel was nice today. It was warm and the humidity sticks to your skin, making you damp but the cool breeze feels good. I practically took a bath in bug spray before going out. The smell of the bug spray reminds me of the time we spent in Mexico with my dad and grandma. Its a nostalgic scent. Then again, it seems like everything brings me nostalgia. I'm still dealing with home sickness but I feel a bit better. God gives me strength.

I've been here for a little over a month now. My projected grad date is June 6th. God, I hope it really is June 6th. Time is dragging...I want to get home. Classes are a bit stressful. My first week I was a mess. I passed my first test with a 90 so I was like PRAISE GOD. We're entering the second part of the material and I've heard from everyone and their mom that its the hardest part yet. I'm worried. If I fail, I get set back, If i get set back, that means the longer I have to wait to get home. I just want to get home. I chose San Diego as one of my preferred places to go to after this base. I hope I get stationed in San Diego. Its not home but its better than being thousands of miles away.

I feel like I'm expected to be an adult. Duh, its the military. It came as a shock to me. Not the fact that we're expected to be adults. The concept of it. I felt a part of me crying and whining "but I don't wanna." I don't. Why did I leave the comforts of home. I still feel like I'm so young and had a lot to learn. I just jumped out of the nest before I was even sure I could fly. My dad says it may not feel like it, but I made the right choice in leaving so young. He says I'm not wasting time and thats honorable. Forget honor. I want to be home. I feel like a big baby sometimes. I'm done turning and turning this situation in my head. I'm here, that's that. I'm gonna get through this part in my life; through school, through this home sickness.... Maybe in a couple of months I'll be reading this and I'll think "yep, it was worth it." I hope so. Is it worth it, "future me"? Please say yes. Tell me you're closer to home. Tell me you're ok. Because I feel like right now, I'm not.

"Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." Psalm 43:5

Monday, February 20, 2012

Regroup, regroup!

                                                   

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Dreamt.

I drift off. 
I'm not in bed anymore. 
I'm on top of a mountain & the air is so cold and fresh that my nostrils burn with every breath i take.
I can see the sun rising up before me. 
Its brightness hurts and tears come out of my eyes.
I can feel a breeze around my body as if I were naked. But i'm not.
I lift my hands and it feels like something is pulling me up.
My feet don't leave the ground. 
I just grow tall and I can see the earth below me.
I'm a giant. 
I've been around the earth twice and i've only taken two steps. 
I've seen the world. i want to go home. 
Suddenly, I'm lifted, feet and all. 
Warmth.

Take my life, Lord. Keep me safe. 
"I'm blessed, I'm broken, I'm honored inside to be called your wife."
My heart cries out. 

Saturday, February 18, 2012

word vomit.

Coping with this empty feeling caused by being away from my family.

Somdays I feel fine. The homesickness gradually disappears and I begin to feel confident but then I just get so down. I miss them so much it hurts. WHY CANT I DEAL?! LKJHFDKVJHDFKVNJLIAUHDKJF.
I GET SO PISSED AT MYSELF SOMETIMES. EVERYONE SAYS IM SO COURAGEOUS FOR BEING IN THE MILITARY BUT ITS NOT TRUE IM A WIMP. I CAN BARELY STAND BEING AWAY FROM HOME. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN I GET DEPLOYED. I CANT EVEN SWALLOW A PILL. THATS RANDOM BUT ITS TRUE. I FEEL LIKE IM A PUSHOVER. LIKE I CANT STAND UP FOR MYSELF. I FEEL LIKE IM OUT HERE ON A LIMB JUST FISHING FOR THE BEST OUTCOME. IM FRUSTRATED. I THOUGHT THE HARD PART WAS OVER. IM JUST UNABLE TO DEAL. IF IM AT HOME, IM COMPLAINING ABOUT THE CRAP THAT GOES ON THERE BUT NOW THAT IM FAR FROM HOME, ID GIVE ANYTHING TO GO BACK. DO YOU SEE HOW MY INDECISIVENESS PISSES ME OFF.

sometimes i cant stand myself.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Better together

Things I've realized in the last 2 months:

- My brother is my best friend.
- I truly and honestly don't want to leave home.
- I can run faster than I thought.
- I snore louder than I thought.
- I not only sleep talk, I sleep walk.
- I'm always better when I'm with my mom.
- My kindness will make me a pushover most of the time.
- I'm scared of being an adult.
- I have to do my own taxes now.
- I get bad rashes when I'm stressed or nervous.
- I can function on 4 hours of sleep.
- There's a such thing as being too honest.
- I tend to worry about the little things.
- I'm stronger than I thought.
- I really can't stand on my own & God is my rock.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

I don't want to see you.

I can't sleep and I'm a bit light headed for some reason. I'm listening to Camera Obscura, writing, I can't really express how I feel. I don't think my dad will ever get his priorities straight. "I don't want to be a whining girl" but come on, he's really pushing it. It's not really fair...he's a busy man though so I understand. Will this always be his excuse? Maybe if I turn it into mine, he'll understand. I can't pretend to not care because it's like i'm applauding him. Sometimes, I just want to shake him. Slap him around a bit. Then he asks why I'm so quiet and reserved with him. Cause if I don't bite my tongue, I'll go crazy ape on you. That's why.

IDK.













Sunday, November 27, 2011

No worries.

Perfect moments give me goosebumps. When I pray, sometimes this thing will happen where I'm in mid-sentence, praising God or asking for something and I feel a tingling from my head to my shoulders. It lasts only milliseconds but its pretty cool. Sometimes a moment is so perfect yet brief and you only appreciate it after its over. Today was great. I spent time with the church family at a birthday party and there were a lot of perfect moments where I just felt peaceful and comfortable with everything. I was sitting on the couch and a brother took out his guitar and we just sang and praised. I became overwhelmed with sadness because I thought about my ship date. The Lord inhabits our praise and while we were doing so, I just felt that tingling feeling in my whole body. It felt like when your foot falls asleep and if you try to move it, it feels heavy and like there are a million little pins pricking it. It was a perfect little moment that restored my joy and I forgot about my ship date and just lived for that very second.  I was surrounded by people I love, singing to Christ, so why worry about anything else.