I read an article about the author, writer, poet Sandra Cisneros turning 60 years young. To celebrate, she dressed up as a cake-A. Cake-and celebrated in her new town of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
This is why I call her a chingona. Strong, fearless, badass (in a good way).
“I have never felt younger or happier – now I can take care of me,” she says. “It’s a good time.”
She had a few things to say about life at sixty. This is part of a list she composed the day after her birthday, which began with “This is what I know…”
When I let go of these distractions, then I write and live from a place of forgiveness, generosity, compassion, and humility.
Err on the side of generosity.
When in doubt, sleep on it. Ask and you’ll get an answer.
Trust what comes from intuition; doubt what comes from my brain.
And you’re probably wondering how did she dress up as a cake? Well, here’s the photo:
We marched down the street like a parade to the jardin, the town center. A row of brilliant mariachis dressed all in white and gold serenaded me on my arrival with “Las Mañanitas,” the traditional birthday song.
Like I said, buen chingona.