what is the señora way?

The goal of this blog is to deconstruct the very definition of señora that was handed down to us in order to detach the negative connotations demeaning this title. We instead interpret it as a lifestyle guided by the wisdom and skills rightfully attributed to señoras. It is a fluid continuum of learning and improvement where true self-actualization is attainable.

Therefore, to be a señora means to have the emotional maturity and mental determination to materialize one’s purpose by setting concrete goals, creating an empowering roadmap, and using community resources that encourage autonomy.

Using that as our new definition, we conclude that anyone–no matter what age, gender, or marital status–can and should embrace the señora way!

The blog entries consist of different aspects of my life that have shaped my señorahood:

Listicles and reviews of items, places, and services that I have tried in an effort to improve my productivity and self-sufficiency
Short essays and stories about what I love and what I love ~a little less~ about this lifestyle
Interviews with people who embody the essence of being a señora in order to broaden my viewpoint
Literary analyses and book-to-film adaptation reviews, as ways of staying true to myself and my ambitions
Recipes because food is life!

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“disculpe, señora, what time is it?”

I turned to a kid who, based on the boldness with which he addressed me, must still be in elementary school.

“Ten past four,” I answered and thought about how, if he had dared to ask that question a year ago, I would have probably responded in military time to retaliate.

I am no longer bothered by the title though.

At 25, I am openly and unapologetically living my señora era to the fullest.

I “officially” became a señora two years ago when I got married, but the colorful—and inescapable—conversations about the role started months before. The second our engagement hit Facebook, I started to receive congratulations sprinkled with unsolicited advice about what would be expected of me as a wife, as la señora de la casa. While I loved my fiancé and could not deny my excitement to start a life together, I was not ready to become a person who sounded so foreign to my essence, and I was even less interested in saying goodbye to the person I had worked so hard to become.

So what changed in the past two years? Nothing.

I am still the same periwinkle-loving artist who fearlessly fights dragons for her family, minutes after sobbing over a book-to-film adaptation. I am still the same 4’11” fusion cuisine enthusiast who will never turn down an invitation to a cafecito (bonus points if there’s pan dulce). I am still the same cumbia-loving dancer who gets nervous during phone calls but will do a stand-up skit under the right amount of peer pressure. I am still the same multifaceted writer who needs to keep going because she feels uncomfortable with silence.

But, if becoming a señora didn’t radically change my life, why do I even call myself one?