DEAR 2025 ...

It has been a long 21 days, which is crazy to say I have LOOOVED IT! It’s Atlanta GA in the middle of winter right now, where I have finally had my lazy days, it snowed two times and times have been tough—I even got sick recently—but let me tell you all, I loved it. Why? Because it forced me to face things I usually avoid. I’m in full denial of my finances, my plans, and even my potential. Or maybe I’m not? (Affirmation time, y’all!) But I overthink, beat myself down, and this cycle always hits hardest during winter. I call it my “winter blues.”

Now, with the new presidency and the endless BS—things I’ve seen, heard, and the fear so many of us feel—I’ve been reflecting deeply. This system, this country… it’s exhausting. It doesn’t seem to matter who’s in government because we’ve witnessed how much pain both sides have caused. Low-income families, kids without healthcare, mental health barriers—this system is not built for “us,” the people.

This morning, I wrote about displacement and how drained and isolated I’ve felt after 20 years living in this country. But honestly, fear and uncertainty can’t win. Instead, I want to transform those feelings into affirmations. Feeling worried means you care—it means you want better for yourself. You want joy, freedom, and a shot at living your dream. And that’s possible!

Even though I’m not financially stable, I’m a single mom, and I can’t travel because freelancing is a never-ending hustle, writing this is relieving. Every like, every bit of support, is a dopamine boost I didn’t know I needed.

Dear 2025: It’s been 20 years in Georgia, and I still don’t know if I’ll stay. Maybe my future holds my dream job, growth in my nonprofit, a move to Mexico or Puerto Rico, or finding love and stability. Who knows? But what I do know is this: I’m living my dream now. I’m declaring it.

Every day is my day. Every hour is a treasure. Every minute is gold. Every second is life. All of these moments come together to build my day. It’s a fresh chance to be lazy, practice self-care, work, knock on doors for opportunities, and most importantly, be Adrian and Aaron’s mom.

I’m here to love, to move, and to take on each inch of this journey. Make your day your new beginning.

XOXO,
Tía Pati

I am divided by 3 the common denominator

How do I start this? another immigrant journey story about my creative career, motherhood lifestyle, and me, yes, me is not the “tia pati” the friend and the leader. It is me! the woman!

It is something related to one of my past blogs. There’s a value of gold I always carried, and maybe it looks at a different angle to “Americas” or friends in general. Should I blame my culture? my feminity? who knows. All I know is that I LOVE MYSELF SO MUCH!

And, for sure is to let things go, and learn how to let them go. It is a task of practice, it is based on your mistakes, which, we should take those as gifts of wisdom. It is the first time in 2024 I have written in my artist’s website blog, to be a little bit open book, to have a connection to my audience. Well, 2024 has been another year with its challenges that have affected my mental health all these shifts of transition, transformation, and changes could be very uncertain to a level of anxiety can grow and become the demon that jeopardizes you in any of the fields. No one can understand that part of me as a woman, we all know how much WE deal with in society, nature, and real life. Part of the transition that I have been experiencing is still with the stigmas, and the mom judgments, I’m a freelancer so why I can’t make enough art? Tell you this, I have 3 jobs where I can ironically say “free labor” but it is part of the choices and consequences I am responsible for.

So dear you, If you are not in the “good headspace”, which at this point is it. You are doing amazing, the fact the uncertain attacks make you feel the worst human, those feelings that come from our past traumas, hug them. Please require some help as well, I have my therapist, psychiatrist, medium, and ritual healer lady, exercising and writing this. it seems a lot, OFC I don’t practice all these methods every day, but writing has helped and I am so blessed that you could read this.

The last week of August was rough for me, the frequency was a bit off, with some fears, tears, vulnerability to the core and the anxiety you can imagine how it was! But is all a way of protection that is not fun to feel, it is not!, but I feel grateful to keep bringing my faith to love what I do, to be transparent of my feelings and the most, allowing myself to have the opportunity to keep growing and have genuine connections. SAY AFTER ME YOU ARE CREATIVE, YOU ARE ENOUGH, YOU ARE POWER. Feel so inspired by the Help movie hehe. To my friends, last year I was trapped on a web, and you all stick there for me, to my art friends, I’M BACK again!, to my children I’m always been there for you and thanks to learn from me that money and material stuff doesn’t make me a “good mom”, that we are learning how to sacrifice and priotize, thanks boys! and for you all this math equation we must different to ourselves, I am still learning how to balance that out. Read you all later!

The resilience of heart-broken immigrant, mom, woman and artist.

A few years ago, I was challenged as a single mother and aspiring artist. Balancing the responsibilities of raising my children while pursuing my artistic dreams is not an easy task. I faced numerous obstacles, from financial struggles to limited time and resources. However, I am determined to create a better future for myself and my children, and I refused to let circumstances of generational trauma, race, religion, or the fact I am a single mom, and “I can’t date” define my journey.

Despite the daily challenges, I made a conscious decision to prioritize my passion for art. I dedicated every spare moment to honing my skills, experimenting with different mediums, and pushing the boundaries of my creativity. It wasn't always easy, as there were moments when self-doubt crept in, and I questioned whether I was on the right path.

But my love for art and the unwavering support of my children kept me going. I sought out opportunities to showcase my work, participate in local art exhibitions, collaborate with fellow artists, and connect with the creative community. Each step forward was met with setbacks and rejections, but I refused to let them discourage me. I used them as fuel to push harder, learn from my mistakes, and grow as an artist.

In the midst of my personal and artistic journey, I encountered moments of self-discovery and resilience. I discovered the power of embracing vulnerability and expressing my authentic self through my art. I learned to find beauty in imperfections and to use my experiences as a source of inspiration.

Through sheer determination and perseverance, I started gaining recognition for my work. Opportunities began to present themselves, and I secured commissions for various projects within the community and beyond. With each success, my confidence grew, and I became more convinced that my dreams were within reach.

Looking back, I realize that my resilience was not born out of ease or privilege but out of necessity. My unwavering belief in myself and my ability to overcome adversity allowed me to navigate the challenges I faced. I am grateful for those difficult moments as they shaped me into the strong, resilient individual I am today.

This journey has taught me that resilience is not merely about bouncing back from setbacks but about embracing the challenges, staying true to oneself, and continuing to move forward despite the odds. It is a reminder that our personal circumstances do not define us, but rather, it is how we choose to respond to them that shapes our path.

As I continue on my artistic and personal journey, I carry with me the lessons learned and the strength gained through my experiences. I am determined to inspire others through my art, to show them that no matter the obstacles they face, resilience and unwavering belief in oneself can lead to a life filled with purpose, growth, and fulfillment.

The land of dreams a single mom artist chronicle

Hello there, I hope you guys are doing amazing as I am. I have to stay amazing because in this country, as mami says: ’‘ aqui nada es gratis’’. Yes, nothing here is for free.

I wrote this back in 2019, is been 4 years, and a lot of change especially since my heart is broken by stereotypes, and blame and yes I carry all the work to maintain my own sake. And guess what? nothing has changed this perspective and facts.

As an immigrant from El Salvador, joining the millennial generation, my journey has been a roller coaster. I've faced new cultures, single motherhood, and the challenge of breaking free from societal conditioning. But through it all, I've grown stronger and embraced diversity. Proud of my roots, I celebrate the beauty of multiculturalism. Let's uplift each other on this unique journey. Alongside carrying my generational with my current traumas as a female, I have found resilience in me.

From overcoming language barriers to facing educational obstacles, my immigrant journey hasn't been easy. Moving from the country suburbs to the city, I sought better opportunities, inspired by my struggles to create PATL.SV. Art has become my guiding force, my path to growth and empowerment for myself and my children. I want PARTL.SV to be my baby daddy that sustains us, feeds us, and yes makes us rich. Despite criticism and comparisons, I embrace it as a learning experience. PATL.SV is a reflection of my heart, multicultural experiences, and my voice as a Latina. It defies stereotypes and borders, breaking expectations. Join me on this artistic journey, motherhood and ironic romance from my mental health. and support me as I strive to make a difference. Love you all! ❤️