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Las palabras de mi papá siempre permanecían en el fondo de mi mente como un eco persistente. "Una vez que se escribe un programa, se convierte en la regla de tu vida hasta que se reconoce y se modifica". Al principio, cuando era niño, no podía captar la profundidad de su sabiduría. Era como intentar entender un idioma que aún no había aprendido. Pasaron los años y sus palabras se convirtieron en algo más que un mantra; se convirtieron en una hoja de ruta para comprender las complejidades del comportamiento humano. No fue hasta los treinta años que comencé a apreciar verdaderamente la importancia de lo que él estaba tratando de enseñarme. Mientras crecía, siempre dudaba en hacerle preguntas a mi padre, por miedo a lo que pudieran revelar sus respuestas. ¿Desafiarían mis percepciones? ¿Me obligarían a afrontar verdades incómodas sobre mí mismo? El miedo a lo desconocido a menudo me detenía. Pero a medida que profundicé en el funcionamiento de la mente humana, comencé a ver paralelismos entre nuestros pensamientos y las aplicaciones de nuestros teléfonos inteligentes. Así como instintivamente buscamos aplicaciones específicas para realizar ciertas tareas, nuestras mentes están programadas para responder a ciertos estímulos de manera predecible. Tomemos, por ejemplo, la tendencia de mi hija de tres años a llorar cada vez que no se sale con la suya. Es como si estuviera ejecutando un programa llamado "lágrimas de cocodrilo", un método probado para llamar la atención. ¿Y quien puede culparla? Como el miembro más joven de la familia, ha aprendido que unas cuantas lágrimas pueden ser de gran ayuda en un hogar donde nadie quiere ver a un bebé infeliz. Pero así como nuestros teléfonos pueden personalizarse con nuevas aplicaciones y actualizaciones, también nuestras mentes pueden reprogramarse con nuevos comportamientos y actitudes. Es un concepto que mi padre me inculcó cuando era joven, aunque me llevó hasta mis veintitantos y treinta años comprender realmente su significado. Durante años, me encontré atrapado en ciclos repetitivos, reaccionando de la misma manera a los desafíos de la vida y esperando resultados diferentes. "Me enojaba, me enojaba y declaraba que todo cambiaría el lunes", bromeaba a menudo, insistiendo: "Esto es lo que soy. Tienes que respetar eso". Pero las enseñanzas de mi padre desafiaron esa noción. No hay ninguna regla escrita en ninguna parte que diga que tenemos que permanecer rebeldes o estancados en patrones obsoletos para siempre. Tenemos el poder de actualizar, de reescribir nuestra programación interna. En mis sesiones de terapia individual, utilizamos un método llamado "reescritura" donde examinamos programas obsoletos, entendemos sus orígenes y determinamos qué nos sirve en el presente. Algunos de estos programas tienen raíces profundas y requieren un esfuerzo diario para remodelarlos, mientras que otros pueden descartarse con un simple cambio de perspectiva. Uno de los programas más valiosos que instaló mi padre fue la capacidad de reconocer estos patrones y trabajar activamente para cambiarlos para que se adapten mejor a nuestro yo actual. Es un viaje de autodescubrimiento y crecimiento, que requiere coraje, paciencia y voluntad de confrontar las partes de nosotros mismos que preferiríamos ignorar. Pero, como he aprendido, las recompensas de liberarse de una programación obsoleta son inconmensurables y conducen a una vida más plena y auténtica.

As a mother, I know how hard it is to remember to relax and enjoy life. I’m going to share a story with all of you. During one of my morning pages;  I was thinking about all the stress I have and how I also get caught up in the stress other people share. I started to think about how I have to run around all day up and down going and coming..  I also have a business to run, dinner to cook, clothes to wash, and a house to clean.  It was overwhelming to think about.  During this moment, my parents popped into my mind.  I was thinking about when I was kid and how much easier it was to rely on my parents for everything.  I realized that I was providing for my kids the same how my parents provided for me when I was growing up.  They had a landscaping business where they had to travel for work and well, they were just as busy as I am now. I had a particular memory pop up.  One day at school, I got sick and my mom didn’t have a way to pick me up.  I ended up staying in the nurse's office until my sister got out of her school to walk me home.  I was so mad and upset at my mom.  I thought, “How can my mom just leave me there? I was sick!  How dare she.” When I thought about that I started to cry because I realized I've been holding a grudge with her since that day. I realized how much my parents did for me  and how much they worked to put food on the table at the end of the day.  I hadn’t considered that my mother felt horrible since she couldn’t come pick up her sick daughter from school.  I didn’t consider that she was working to earn a living for her family.  As a mother or parent, it’s all about making sure that everyone is safe with full tummies, warm clothes, and a roof over their heads. I am so thankful to have the mom I have.  How many of those incidents exist where I assumed something or perceived something that wasn't there?  Reshaping  my memories so that I can replace my anger with appreciation for everything my mother has done for me is the best way to grow. It’s not what you see it’s how you see it….

Have you ever wanted to be a Wanna Be? I had always wanted to be a Wanna Be. It's like that ideal we all aspire to reach, right? Having that group of friends, those model parents, that perfect house, living in that magical place... in short, everything we long for deep within our being. The Wanna Be's, where superficiality reigns and we avoid speaking from the heart, where we resist touching on deep topics to avoid discomfort. It all boils down to meaningless conversations about the weather because sometimes we struggle to recognize what our spirit truly needs. I grew up in a small town, and let me tell you with certainty, small towns are the same everywhere in the world. No matter what town it is, they share similar characteristics. Everyone knows each other or at least has heard of each other. We all attend the same schools, visit the same shops... Why? Because we are human, we just speak different languages. My childhood was spent in a small town in the state of Jalisco. Here, birria and tejuino are delights, weekends are spent among "vampiros," strolls along the boardwalk, and Sundays; mass and gatherings with family and friends. Here, union and friendship are celebrated. But there are also rules and prejudices. They tell us how to laugh, how to talk, how to behave. They teach us that women cannot be friends with men, where if you don't have a life, they create one for you, among other absurd rules. That's how society works in a small town. Television sells us the idea that we can follow our dreams, that we can be Cinderella and find our prince. I immersed myself in those stories, who wouldn't? I saw people from my town, schoolmates, girls and boys, and I wished to be part of their circle, to be one of them. I wanted to be part of the elite, I wanted the guy from the corner to notice me, I wanted to have my neighbor's talent. I wanted to be the brilliant student and get straight A's in everything, but reality was different. I got B's, the guy from the corner didn't even look at me, and my talent didn't shine like my neighbor's. I spent years trying to fit in. I had my own friends, my tribe, my close circle. But still, I wanted more. I wanted to meet more people, to experience different aspects of life, like they did. It's not that I lacked friends, but I longed for something more. I wanted to be part of the elite, go to all the parties, be the coolest. But every time I tried, I felt out of place. Why? Because I simply didn't fit into that mold. Despite everything, I was still determined to be part of the Wanna Be's. I think we all go through that phase at some point in our lives, and if you haven't experienced it yet, don't worry, it will come to you sooner or later. And when you face the reality that you don't fit into that mold, it's normal to question and say, "But still, why can't I be part of the elite? Why can't I be a Wanna Be?" At the end of the day, what's important is to understand that true wealth lies in being authentic and finding your own place in the world, far from expectations and stereotypes. I spent years searching for where I belonged, where I could be a part. I felt bad because I thought it was wrong, because I didn't fit in. That's when I started questioning my senses, my tranquility, because I felt like I was forcing myself to fit in. I plunged into a sea of doubts and self-imposed demands, trying to fit into a mold that simply wasn't mine. It was a period of confusion and anguish, where I lost sight of my true essence in the desire to belong to something that didn't complete me. But over time, I understood that true beauty lies in being oneself, in embracing our peculiarities and differences. I understood that I had to love myself and the rest would come. I understood that I didn't have to fit in anywhere and that the Wanna Be's were humans just like me, who also had some self-doubt. Accepting myself as I am, with all my imperfections, was the first step towards true personal fulfillment. And although the path to self-acceptance can be difficult and full of obstacles, each step in that direction is an act of love towards myself. At the end of the day, what matters is not fitting into a prefabricated mold, but finding fulfillment in authenticity and self-acceptance. It's understanding that happiness is not found in being part of an exclusive group or in meeting external expectations, but in loving oneself and living an authentic life, free from the chains of conformity. That's the true essence of life: being true to oneself and finding happiness in one's own skin.