Live Your Life, Amy

“You are a guru.”

Carmen laughs. “You are worrying over nothing.”

The hot chocolate is rich, thick, and cinnamony, with just a hint of chile. A revelation in itself.

The twins finished theirs and are playing with little Jose. He is sooo cute, all bright eyes and chubby cheeks.

Fluttery gesture… Is that my hand doing that?

“It’s easy for you to say. You have a beautiful home. Filled with furniture, I might add.”

“But we’ve been here for almost ten years. It didn’t happen in a day and you shouldn’t expect it to, either. Emile, easy with your brother!” Carmen redirects a sudden, stern look at me. “Family is important, and yours is close. You can be with them. You can play with your niece…Callista? And her baby brother, spend time with your parents. Even if you don’t decorate this year, so what? You just moved in. It's your life, Amy. Don’t allow social media, consumer culture, or even your neighbors to dictate how you live it.”

My life. Mine...
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“Like I said, guru...”

Carmen winks. “We’ll only talk about you a little if you go.”