#ChingonaFest: The Plan

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This is why it always feels like I'm doing it wrong.

Life keeps happening & I can't keep up with it AND with work.

Chingonafest launches as a podcast early next week. I haven't formatted the new interview for the next feature. I'm nowhere near close to having time to figure out the next topic for the next podcast recording or firming plans with guests.

I haven't sent out a newsletter in months.

None of that matters because the apples are falling from the trees right now. Dinner must be cooked right now. The vacuuming needs to be done last week, but let's not get into semantics.

I have friends volunteering their time to help launch this community to the place I think it can reach, but I can't ask more than they already do. For their efforts, I am already grateful. For the support and enthusiasm of those already supporting #chingonafest, I am grateful.

I'm not giving up. I'm just reminding myself that I am one person & there are only 24 hours in a day. If #chingonafest is meant to go mainstream, it will whether or not I lose my mind trying or not, so I vote Stay Slightly Sane.

A #chingona may dream impossible things & may take on more than she should because saying no is not what we normally do, but she's going to go down kicking and screaming in an effort to make whatever dream she committed to become the reality she believes in.

Maybe we are hard-headed, but we don't walk away from that in which we believe. I'm finishing the apples. I'm doing the dinner dishes. I'm getting the kid into bed. And I'm grabbing this project by the cojones and

moving

the

fuck

forward.

Because that's the plan.