Six days have passed since January 1st, 2017. I watched, inspired, as everyone celebrated their words for 2017. Those small goals we whisper out into the world. Behind the one word prompts, we have hidden our future hopes and aspirations. I struggled to find my word.
I went straight back to work as an English teacher on the cusp of our standardized testing schedule. I felt overwhelmed, stressed, and apathetic.
I sat wondering about my word, staring out at empty desks and nothing. The recesses of my mind were empty. For a brief moment, I questioned if perhaps Tejana Made had outlived its time. When I started my blog, I was in it for something that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe it was my escape from my failing marriage or a way to find my voice. All I know is that for two years, I didn’t exist in the world of blogging.
Two years later, I emerged as a changed woman with a restored passion for all things Tejas and for her little blog meant to showcase her dying cultura. A true Tejana as DC lovingly calls me…I am neither Mexican nor Mexican American. I am other. A dying culture, the last stand of the American Cowboy, of the Mexican Vaquero, of Tejano Culture.
I sat here pondering and it wasn’t until I talked to my friend from Shine Beautifully, April Monterrosa that I realized my word.