Warrior Princess Mode

A love stronger than death.

I've always been a Warrior Princess from the day I was born.  Between being the daughter of a Colonel in the Air Force/black belt in Tae Kwon Do/All-Air Force Wrestler, having five ridiculous brothers, and from playing soccer and war with all my cool homeschool dude friends, there was just no way that dresses and and pink could ever compare to the romantic dreams of one day being a flight nurse, rescuing soldiers on the battlefield and then getting shot in the leg from enemy fire as a I pulled a dying soldier into safety.

The funny thing about being a Warrior Princess is that despite the inner tendency to fight, be dramatic, and be tough, there is that extreme sensitivity and royalty that comes with the Princess part.


You get your own room when you're a princess.  You also never really are in grave danger nor are  totally alone despite your passionate and independent tendencies.  You have this ownership and royalty about you, deep inside your soul, one which isn't taken away by circumstance or societal status.  It's written inside of you, and civilization must flock to your standards.


My experience of being a woman has been one where there is a kind of power of being both a warrior and a princess.  I don't really know what it's like to be a man, but I've been told and have seen that it's very much one of awe from a woman's mystery and majesty.

When I was a toddler, I used to ask my Dad to give me a military haircut. I'm so glad now that my mom said no.

When I had crushes on boys, I played freeze tag and beat them to make sure that they were impressed by my stellar skills and pretty shirt.

When I wasn't allowed to go out, I climbed out of my window and jumped off the roof to "run away" ...for a 20-minute walk.

When I had my re-version back into having a deeper relationship with Jesus, it was a St. Ignatius kind of experience. Physical injury from a car accident leading to deep prayer life----yeah, budddyyyy.

When I began developing in my prayer life, Josemaria Escriva became my dude.You know, the guy who tells all his loved ones to suck it up and be a courageous lover of Christ. Sigh, what a stud.

Everything with me has been a battlefield, a dramatic and romantic dance, a roller-coaster passion of life.

That's a bit of why I really really like St. Cecilia.  She converted her husband on their wedding night, and they both died for the faith.  After bleeding for three days with huge slash of the sword on her neck, St. Cecilia died throwing up a sign for the Holy Trinity ("Three persons, One God").  This lady goes hard.  This lady means business: she's a true Warrior Princess.

Amen, alleluia.  I could only dream of one day being on that level of swag.

~Esa Cita

Woot

[insert self important voice here] So I haven't updated much at all lately.  Unfortunately, when you have an awesome life, you can't even properly order it so that you can make posting on your blog a priority. 

Hah, that's a lie.  Priorities are made just like choices are.

What's really true is that I've prioritized other things in my life, and that I look forward to changing my priorities at some point. I've been living in Illinois for the past five weeks at the University of Illinois, and oh gosh it's been the good life I tell you.

I don't often have extra time, but whenever I do, I get to do fun things like have great phone conversations with friends, write romantic letters to this cool guy I know, bask in the life of praying at least an hour and a half a day, the works, ya know. I'm currently training to be a Catholic missionary for FOCUS, the Fellowship of Catholic University Students. The experience is exhilarating to say the least, and I'm learning things about myself that I have never been able to figure out just by living here for five weeks.

Blah blah words.

Going to bed, good night.

~Esa Cita

P.S. An example of what every morning is like for me.

GLOA

You know you're a global affairs major when....

Your new job description is written to include the international community.

:)

~Esa Cita

Complaining

Sometimes, you just wanna complain your afternoon away.

You stayed up really late last night taking care of that fiscal responsibility, and as a result want to start blabbing about that terrible headache you received from the torture.

Maybe you could complain that you have too much work to do for the rest of your life as an adult, and that this is on a dreadfully tight schedule.

Maybe you could complain about the fact that you lost your appetite and that people don't know how to give directions.

Maybe you could complain about your pillow's lack of puffiness, about the fact that two 3-4 hour classes a day are tons of important information to process, or about the fact that you decided to stop complaining for five weeks...and that it's difficult.

Maybe, you could complain about how sometimes you don't spell your own name correctly in cursive. (An awkward reality for..some people)

Sometimes, you just wanna complain.

The sad thing is this:

You forget that you're good-looking, you forget that you're charming.  You forget that you're among the wealthiest persons that ever existed in the history of the world.  Please see George Mason economics professors for details.

Most importantly,you forget that you not only know who you are, but you know where you came from.  You forget that you're just a small part of history...a part where the love story ended happily ever after, a story that already has been won,

So, yes. You have a hilarious life.

Sometimes guys that you have a crush on write articles promoting your ridiculousness.

 Sometimes, they even join you in your ridiculousness if they have a crush on you too.

You go on cool roadtrips,

You meet local celebrities,

And your friends go get baptized into the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church because the Holy Spirit decided to work through friendships, just as he did in the Roman Empire.

But even more than the good looks,
more than your mother's blunt comments that make your day,
and more than your ridiculous brothers' music videos,
You have been saved, loved infinitely, and as a result nothing will ever be the same.

Salvation History tells us that we have every reason to be joyful.

Also, some really cool guy said that Joy might not seem to rank up there too high in the pantheon of Christian virtues, but a Christian without joy is an oxymoron. Look it up, dear fan of complaining, and fear not.

There's a world full of troubles and reasons to advocate complaining, but there's over thousands of souls that are eternal, which is greater than any temporary pain or comfort.


Wanna see a lady that did it all? Here ya go.

And what is the secret of perseverance? Love. Fall in Love, and you will not leave him.
-San Josemaria Escriva, The Way (999)
 
It's a love story,  I better learn to say and live out "yes."

~Esa Cita

Closer to Love

When I came to you, brethren, I did not come proclaiming to you the testimony of God in lofty words or wisdom.  For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.  And I was with you in weakness and in much fear and trembling; and my speech and my message were not in plausible words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and power, that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men but in the power of God. Amen.

1 Corinthians 2:1-5

 

 ~Esa Cita

We all die

For the past few months, all my co-workers have been playing our own version of the Hunger Games on Facebook.

We call it: Staff Hunger Games.

The way the game goes is this: the staff are divided into "districts" based on the building that they primarily work at and every couple a weeks, a person "dies" with a story released on how they died.  It sounds a little bit violent and maybe creepy, but I assure you it's a team bonding activity that has created many new jokes and as a result brought us all closer together.

After an entire semester of "staying alive," I was informed by the writer that my death was recently posted this morning. As morbid as I sound by saying that I am very pleased with my death, I assure you that if you were me, you would like it too.

Play this video while reading....

Carmen
District: Johnson Center

Death by Hair Flipping: Carmen was a sneaky little thing. She realized that the others thought she was dead, caught up in the mist that took the rest of her alliance, except Ashley. Since the game was coming down to the last few people, she understood that the time for allies was over; they would all have to kill each other at some point and she prefered not to have to kill someone who had once worked with her to survive. So, she played the Foxface card, being stealthy around the other's camps, stealing enough food to live, but not enough for the tributes to notice. She thought that she could do this long enough to wait until everyone else had killed each other off, not realizing that she was still around, hiding in the shadows. Then one day, she woke up to the sound of someone whistling, "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction. She followed the song, not being able to resist the catchy tune. When it got to the "the way you flip your way gets me overwhelmed" line, she started flipping her hair, as was her custom before she entered the arena. She was dancing along, flipping her hair crazily. Yulia took this moment of vulnerability and shot an arrow straight in Carmen's back. Carmen dropped dead, but her hair looked fantastic from all that flipping.

Ashley continued to whistle the song as she climbed through the trees.

And that, my friends, was how Cita died. Sneaky, betrayed, dancing/musically inclined, and hair always looking good.


~Esa Cita

Student opportunities

Eric Hutchinson is playing while I study for my International Law final, and for a day, everything stops while my coffee keeps me warm and I enjoy the social acceptability for me to wear shorts, sandals, and my comfy running t-shirt.

The simply things are the most attractive during the "simply a student" days.

:)