Reset button

Once again, the weekend has gone by really quickly,, and I´m left with the feeling that I haven´t done half of the things I would have liked. Which probably means I had planned roughly twice as many things as I can realistically fit into a weekend.

Does this happen to you as well? It´s quite normal; us humans are awful at estimating the time it takes us to complete a task or project (more on this topic here).

For me, a common consequence of not being realistic with my time is that I often end up resting and sleeping less, as there are things I don´t want to leave undone, even when the day is coming to an end. And so, without noticing, I get myself into a vicious cycle of lack of sleep that only brings about more problems...

This week I caught myself in that cycle again. And I´m the only one who can get me out of it.

Sometimes we feel that we have no other choice but to fill our days with tasks and keep going until we drop from exhaustion.. Or maybe we´re already exhausted, but we don´t listen to our body. For how much longer? Do we have to wait until life gives us a fright before we start taking care of ourselves?

The good news is that life (or, rather, our body) sends us signals, it shows us when the pace we´re going at is no longer sustainable. The key is learning to listen, so that, once those signals start to appear, we can notice them and take action.

But the thing is, in order to listen to ourselves, first we need to create a little bit of silence. And being continuously surrounded by noise and distractions, as it happens nowadays, doesn´t help with that at all. We need to make a conscious effort to "disconnect" from the outside for a little while, and get the chance to connect with our inner side to take stock of how we´re really feeling.

This reminds me of two things: first, the opening sentence in Desiderata: "Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence"... If this was already true approximately a century ago, there´s no doubt it´s truer now than ever.

And second, this quote I thought I had already shared, but apparently hadn´t:

Almost everything will work again
if you unplug it for a few minutes,
including you.

Anne Lamot

And if instead of a few minutes it´s a few hours, or days, or even weeks, that´s even better.

(Poster seen in an Avoca shop: "offline is the new luxury". This phrase would deserve its own full article; maybe one day I´ll write it.)

Now, what about you? Do you need to press the reset button?

Visitors

How well do you cope with visitors at home? Do you stress out a bit (or a lot) over preparations?

This is what I was thinking about this morning, before driving to the airport to pick up my sister Cristina and my nephews Pablo and Andrés (welcome guys!). I used to get suuuuper stressed out when someone was coming to visit us at home, and then, as years went by, I was able to relax a little bit, thankfully!

(Photo of an arts and crafts heart Eva made in school a couple of years ago, permanently displayed on the kitchen´s whiteboard)

I think part of the problem, at least in my case, was the belief that my house had to be perfectly clean and tidy for me to be able to properly receive visitors. Now I realise that this was a reflection, on the one hand, of certain habits from my family in particular, and on the other hand, of the societal norms that ruled generations prior to ours.

In the old days, many houses had a room specifically dedicated to visitors (a place where children were generally not allowed to enter, just in case they dirtied or broke anything), and "the good tableware" was used to serve tea, coffee, and/or refreshments. It was unthinkable to have visitors venturing as far as the kitchen, or the family rooms... Unless the hostess decided to show them the whole house, as my mother did every now and then (ah, the memories, getting into panic mode and rushing to tidy up our bedroom in record time so that it could be shown to whoever was visiting).

Thankfully, nowadays things have changed. Houses have more open layouts; a lot of daily life happens in the kitchen, and social relationships tend to be much less formal. Or maybe it´s just me: years ago, I decided I didn´t want any "visitors" in my house, or rather, I didn´t want anybody coming to see us to feel like they were a visitor (defining visitors in the old way, as in "stay in your designated area"). The meeting point in our current house is definitely the kitchen, which is a simple space, nothing luxurious, but very cosy and welcoming, and I no longer feel (so) bad about the house not being perfect, although I, of course, like to keep it reasonably clean and tidy.

At the end of the day, what really matters is us being able to get together and have a good time. And I have learned that being more flexible and simplifying certain things allows me to enjoy the moment a lot more, and of course, to enjoy the company.

What´s your take on this? Are you in favour of entertaining visitors, or would you rather have "non-visitors"?

Embrace everything you are

The other day, while I was looking for something else on the internet, I bumped into an ad campaign launched by Netflix Spain in 2024, and I absolutely loved their slogan: "embrace everything you are".

I was only able to find the video in Spanish; I hope it´s understandable for those reading me in English. It´s about a woman who feels confused because she likes many different types of movies and TV series, which makes her wonder who she really is.

The truth is, I find the topic of identity extremely interesting, I´ve already touched on it a couple of times on this blog (for example, here and here). It´s important to remind ourselves often of the fact that we humans are extremely complex, and on top of that, contradictory (I´ve also been looking for another Spanish ad from years ago, with the slogan "live your contradictions", but I haven´t been able to find it).

In fact, a large portion of any personal development work involves a process of accepting and integrating those parts in all of us that are different and even contradictory, in our own personal way.

And, as it usually happens with these things, the work can be hard (sometimes, really hard!), but it´s worth it. First, it helps us to realise that there´s nothing wrong with us, we´re simply human beings, with all that it implies. And once we´re ready to accept everything we are and stop judging ourselves, feeling guilty and beating ourselves up, we can give ourselves permission to move forward and make whatever changes we want in our lives.

These days I´m having the opportunity to switch off from daily life to reconnect with certain things and people in my life, embracing my Spanish side without forgetting the Irish one. Happy St. Patrick´s week!

(Entrada del metro de Gran Vía, en Madrid, vestida de verde para celebrar la «semana de Irlanda», una campaña publicitaria de Turismo de Irlanda).

A wish for the year

2026 is here, Happy New Year!

The girls and I came back last night after spending a few days in Spain, where the holidays continue until after January 6th (the Three Wise Men). Here in Ireland, the holidays are over, and it´s time to return to school (or in my case, to work), so we´re going through re-education.

(Photo taken a few days ago in Madrid, in a park called Retiro, which is Spanish for "retreat". Some day I´ll tell you about my end-of-year "double retreat".)

Looking for an inspirational quote to set up the year for a good start, I bumped into this one from Neil Gaiman, and I feel it´s the perfect fit for me right now; I hope you like it too:

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

What do you think? Do you see yourself practising this? Coincidentally, the theme I´ve chosen for myself this year is the word PRACTICE, so it fits perfectly, especially the part about not worrying that it´s not perfect. Now, I´m aware this is going to be a big challenge for me, but I´m also fully convinced it will be worth it.

What about you? Do you accept the challenge of making mistakes?

Nollaig Shona

It´s definitely happening! Christmas is just around the corner, and I´d like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy holiday.

Nollaig Shona is the most extended Gaelic vesion of our "Merry Christmas", at least to my knowledge (I just read you can also say Nollaig Shona Duit, translated as "Merry Christmas to you"). Interestingly, the word Nollaig means Christmas and also December, which gives us an idea of how inseparable the Christian religion is from Ireland´s traditional culture. December is, simply put, the month of Christmas.

Both Spain (the country where I was born) and Ireland (where I live and work) are traditionally Catholic, although their customs around this time of the year are quite different, I suppose due to differences in cultural and geographical influences. In Spain, for example, it´s much more common to see Nativity scenes, like this one I photographed a few years ago:

On the other hand, the best of Ireland (in my opinion) is the festive lights; I believe they have the power to almost magically transform the sadness and darkness of the long December nights into joy and excitement for what is yet to come. And that´s exactly the meaning of this holiday, dating back to long before Christianity: celebrating the winter solstice. Remembering that, even when there are moments where darkness takes over, and there doesn´t seem to be any hope left, eventually the light will triumph again.

It´s also a good time of the year to meet with friends and family, if the circumstances allow, and celebrate being together. Or it may be the perfect occasion to rest for a few days, do something different or recharge batteries to prepare for a strong start of the year.

In any case, regardless of the way you choose to celebrate (or not), let me wish you happy holidays!

Adamstown, our home

Out of the twenty years I´ve been living here in Ireland, seventeen I´ve spent living in the same neighbourhood: Adamstown, in West County Dublin.

Adamstown is a really interesting place, quite different from the typical Irish housing estates. It was first projected in the late nineties as a brand new town, following an urban planning model that was similar to those from other European countries. The building of this "strategic development zone" started in 2005, and it was all going fine until the 2008 crisis came along, causing an economic standstill that left the town half built.

Luckily, by then, Adamstown already had its own train station, a creche, two primary schools and planning approval for a secondary school. We thought it was the ideal place for us to start growing roots as a family, so we moved into a rented duplex apartment just beside the creche, with little Irene as a toddler and Alicia a few months from being born.

As years went by, our neighbourhood continued to grow very slowly, alternating phases of moderate building with phases of almost no building at all. But far from becoming "a ghost town" (as the press labelled it sometimes), Adamstown got consolidated as a new community, modern and, above all, very diverse, staying active despite the circumstances. At that time, given the lack of public spaces where people could meet (the community centre would not open its doors until 2018), the primary schools became the main meeting point, making their spaces available for a variety of activities. And as many families had moved from either other countries or other regions of Ireland, having the opportunity to meet and support each other was a massive help as we settled and found our place.

It was during this time, ten years ago, when a beautiful project was born to give a voice to our community: the book called Adamstown my home, a compilation of stories of 27 women and their families, representing the diversity of culture and nationality that´s so intertwined in this neighbourhood; a symbol of a new Ireland.

Because what really makes Adamstown interesting is not its buildings, but its people. It´s a multicultural and intercultural community, with families coming from practically every corner of the world... Just to put this into context: in our primary school, there are kids from about 45 different nationalities, and the vast majority of them, if not all, live in our neighbourhood. And our secondary school is even more diverse, with 52 nationalities. The variety of cultures, ideas and customs our children are growing up with is truly invaluable.

Back to the present, we´re currently going through times of unprecedented building activity, with lots of growth happening in our area; I believe the job will actually be finished this time (and we may even become a whole new town!). We continue to be an international and very diverse community, now with the support of our community centre, which is doing a remarkable job in every possible way. We are blessed with several parks, sports facilities, a commercial area, a health centre just recently built and a library planned for some time in the future.

But also, twenty years after Adamstown´s birth, we have something much more important: a whole generation that has grown up in this new Ireland, being part of a diversity that´s natural to them, merging multiple cultures and building an identity that´s even more complex, rich and nuanced than that of the previous generation.

We couldn´t miss the opportunity to compile some of those stories, ten years after the original book. And that was the origin of Adamstown our home, a very special project created by two of the most beloved and admired members of our community, and quite rightly so: Father John Hassett, who also ideated and coordinated the original book, and Gema Pintor, our community centre manager. The result is a compilation of twenty more stories, several of them spanning more than one generation, of families who call Adamstown their home.

(Photo of the cover of the book Adamstown our home.)

Thanks a million, John and Gema, for counting me in on this project; I´ve really enjoyed being one of the interviewers, and I´ve also learned a lot. Thanks to the other interviewers, Anisa, Bernie, Ita, Michael, Rose and Sunita, and above all, thanks to David, Aida, Joseph, Vicky and John for the time we shared during the interviews.

The interview recordings will become part of Adamstown´s oral archive, and will be available in our library (once it´s built). In the meantime, the book is on sale now, and all proceeds will be split between the three schools in our area (two primary and one secondary) to help children with special needs.

Will there be a part three in 2035? Who knows...

Unexpected inspiration

Do you like taking photos? What kind of photos do you usually take?

I´ve noticed that I generally take very few pictures "of people", that is, the kind you would take with your family or a group of friends. To be honest, it´s something I don´t normally pay attention to, so I almost always forget (or, at most, if I´m in a nice place with my daughters, I think of taking a selfie with them, sometimes with better results than others). Luckily, there´s almost always someone at every group or family reunion who remembers to immortalise the moment, and let me take this opportunity to say to them all: thank you!

On the other hand, what I´ve noticed I do a lot is take photos of places or things that call my attention for one reason or another. Sometimes it´s a landscape or a building that strikes me as beautiful, and I try to capture it without people if I can (this is what I call "making postcards"). At other times, I take photos of things that hold sentimental value for me, evoking fond memories.

And some other times, I snap photos of interesting quotes or phrases I find in the most unexpected places, like this one I want to share with you today:

(Sign seen in a Chick-fil-A near San Jose, in California. Chick-fil-A is a US-based fast food chain that we found surprisingly delicious.)

It turns out this quote is from none other than the founder of Chick-fil-A, here it is in text:

How do you know if someone needs encouragement? If they are breathing!

S. Truett Cathy

In other words: we would ALL benefit from some encouragement, because we ALL are going through something, and very often, that something is a lot more serious than what one could possibly perceive from the outside.

Which reminds me of another quote that I can´t believe I haven´t shared here in this blog before, as it´s one of my favourites. The only thing is, I´m not able to confirm the author because it´s not clear, and I don´t want to risk it and have a repeat of that time when I was accused of giving false information... Depending of who you ask, it´s attributed to Seneca, Marcus Aurelius or someone called Ian McLaren. But it doesn´t really matter, what matters is the message:

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

What about you? What photos have you found inspiring lately?

Make it count

The girls and I are just back from a week-long holiday with the framily (if you´re not familiar with the concept of framily, it´s explained here), taking advantage of the October bank holiday here in Ireland, and the way schools stretch it into a whole week of mid-term break.

So, this time, our reunion took place... In California!

Photo of San Francisco´s Golden Gate bridge, taken from an end of the bridge itself

(Photo of San Francisco´s Golden Gate Bridge, taken from the end of the bridge itself.)

We´ve had a fantastic week (thanks a million, Juanjo, Gema, Laia and Joan for welcoming our whole gang into your house).

I have to admit that, when it comes to travelling, I´m not adventurous at all; my default option is to always end up going to the same places... That´s why I´ve been making more of an effort lately, looking for reasons (or excuses, depending on how you look at it) to introduce variations in my holiday plans without straying too far away from known territory.

The two variations that I´ve seen working well for me are either taking the girls to places I´m really excited about (like when we went to Nerja this past spring, having been there as a child, or like when we visited Paris, because, well, who doesn´t want to visit Paris), or visiting family or friends who live in really cool places (like when we went to London a couple of years ago, also with the framily, or to Stuttgart this past summer with my cousins).

This year, we´re incredibly fortunate in that we´ve been able to fit in a third trip in the autumn, with bonus points for fitting both criteria: we have very good friends who live in California, and I was very keen to get to know that area, especially the city of San Francisco.

And let me tell you, it´s been an exceptional week: as well as spending a whole day exploring San Francisco (what a spectacular tram journey we had, up and down those hills), we visited several interesting places in and around San José (each of them in its own way, as Audrey Hepburn would say), and best of all, got to spend time together like in the good old times, catch up with each other, see the "kids" enjoy, celebrate Halloween differently for once, and laugh and laugh and laugh during the whole process.

Photo of a street of San Francisco´s Chinatown, with a group of people walking on the sidewalk at the left of the image (we can only see their backs)

(The best part of it all, as always, is the company. Here we are, walking around Chinatown.)

I´m delighted to have made this trip, to have prioritised (time, energy and budget-wise) this Californian adventure. The shock of coming back to reality this week may be a little tricky, given the jet lag, the weather and the daylight changes, but it´s still a hundred per cent worth it.

In these times we´re living in, with its Instagram posers and its constant FOMO (one day, we´ll have to talk about the paradox of election; I just saw I haven´t written anything on that yet), sometimes it´s very hard to decide how to spend our resources in ways that fulfil us and enrich our lives, instead of leaving us feeling empty and dissatisfied.

And there´s no "one size fits all" answer that we can all use: we each have to find our own answer, and feel free to modify it as time passes and both we and our circumstances change.

What do you personally find most fulfilling? Are you giving that thing the priority and attention it deserves? Or are you simply just doing things out of habit, because it´s comfortable or because everyone else is doing them?

We only make this trip once, and we really should make it count.

Nancy Reagan

Each of us gets to decide what makes our trip count, our life count. Each of us, as Audrey Hepburn would say, in our own way, according to our own priorities. Making each moment count is in our hands.

Thank you, "chavalit@s", both junior and senior, those who could make it in person and those who accompanied us in spirit. Thanks for making this week count.

Twenty years

Today, October 19th 2025 (festivity of Saint Peter of Alcántara, patron saint of Extremadura, my homeland), marks exactly twenty years since I relocated to Ireland, happy anniversary!

By way of celebration, I went for a lovely walk around Harmonstown, the area where Fredi and I lived for the first three months of our Irish adventure, before moving to Dublin´s city centre (thanks, Rafa and Hernán, for welcoming us into your house back then; staying with you made the adaptation period easier and much more fun).

Blue and green signpost in a train station in the greater Dublin area, with the stop name in Irish ("Baile Hearmann") and English ("Harmonstown")

(Picture of the DART station in Harmonstown. The DART is the short-distance train system in Dublin city and surrounding areas, and back then, it was our primary means of transportation, together with the bus, which, if I recall correctly, was route 42B.)

Now it´s when I would typically say, "OMG, time flies", "it seems like yesterday", "if someone had told me I would end up staying for twenty years", etc., etc., etc. And yes, they´re all clichés, but they´re also true in this case. On the one hand, I get the feeling that it all happened in a heartbeat (as Carlos Gardel used to sing, "twenty years is nothing").

On the other hand, I look back and realise how much progress I´ve made, how much I´ve matured and changed. And to be honest, I feel proud. Proud of what I´ve achieved so far in different aspects of my life, and most of all, proud of the three little ladies who didn´t exist back then and are now the three people I love most in this world.

Sometimes it´s good to spend a bit of time looking back, as we said in this post on the trunk of memories, to be able to appreciate the path that brought us here, and continue to walk with renewed energy.

So I am thankful, and I raise my glass for these twenty years in Ireland, plus all the years still to come! Sláinte.

Mission accomplished!

Today is a day of celebration! After three years of practising and growing as a coach, having overcome a variety of delays and roadblocks, I finally took the plunge; I applied for the ACC certification, and I passed!

Photo of a board with two pieces of paper held by magnets - the left image is a drawing to illustrate coaching, and the right image is the ICF credential badge from ICF

(Photo of a small section of the vision board I have on my bedroom wall. The idea is to put up images that help you visualise your goals and get closer to them.)

The Associate Certified Coach (ACC) credential is the first certification level from the International Coaching Federation (ICF). the best known and most widely extended coaching institution in the world. A fundamental part of ICF´s work consists of establishing quality standards and a code of ethics for the coaching profession, which is currently not regulated, and that can easily be confused with other help professions, like consulting, mentoring or psychotherapy.

The certification requirements include a certain number of hours of training, hours of mentoring and practice hours doing coaching sessions, as well as passing an exam. And now I understand why: all of those elements complement each other, combining theory and practice, action and reflection, for a much more comprehensive learning experience.

I know this is just another step along the way, but for me, it´s a tremendously important step, for two reasons:

  • First, because this allows me to prove to the world that I take coaching very seriously, and that I´m aligned with the highest standards and code of ethics of this profession. Now I can guarantee a level of quality in my service, with objective criteria to back it up.
  • And second, because I also get to prove to myself that I´m indeed doing things right, which gives me even more confidence and peace of mind. Please note I´m saying "doing things right", as opposed to "perfect"...

Thanks a million to D´Arte Human & Business School for the training that started it all (my dear 15th), to Stephen Clements for being an extraordinary mentor, to all the coachees I´ve had the privilege of working with, inside and outside of Fidelity, and to ExpertCoach for their exam preparation materials.

So, for the moment, mission accomplished! But the journey continues, there´s no end to this...