Angelina Feliciano | living creatively, walking faithfully

About six years ago, I spent an entire morning in the ER with a fever. I must’ve been discharged by the hospital quickly ‘cause I remember, later that afternoon already being at home; comfortably laying belly-down on my wobbly, two-mattresses-too-high, daybed while “Heartbreak Kid” was on TV. It was the first time I’d caught the movie from the beginning. The sun was setting and the cool breeze pushed me further into a daze. Despite the body aches and congestion, that moment was bliss. I wanted to remember it, specifically and vividly. After all, it was my birthday. I am a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason;” a reason that is…

A day hasn’t gone by since I’ve moved to LA where I don’t feel guilty for neglecting this blog. I’ve struggled during the last three months to find the right words to share all these amazing experiences with you–how to outline it…, where to begin…, how not to drag it into a novel-like entry (or series). Each day that goes by, I feel disappointed for not writing. I will get to what life’s been like in detail, but right now, what I’m feeling in this moment seems most important to describe. I’m overwhelmed with sadness when the sun begins to set each Sunday. Like today. I’m just not ready to…

JAN. 11. I’M REALLY EMOTIONAL TODAY. I remember about seven years ago, I searched through Craigslist for vocal lessons. A midtown ad caught my eye. The vocal teacher offered lessons for a reasonable price and flexible availability. Our weekly appointments were the highlight of that winter and spring. It was a means to stay occupied after wrapping up a temp office job. Singing was something special, just for me. I was trying to discover if I had the potential to improve, or if it would ignite my courage to explore other creative outlets that could be more fitting. One afternoon, every week, I took a ride along east side Manhattan…

In thirteen days I'll be on the west coast. There's so much planning that a person can do until life kicks in with surprises. So, I'm winging it. I was so scared and pessimistic within the last month, so much that I nearly forgot why I wanted to go in the first place. WTF. I'd often ask myself if this whole plan was crazy. Like a child, I was seeking some sort of reassurance or approval from someone. Anyone.