Ms. Gonzalez is a published author, writer, and documentary filmmaker. Her background as an expert communication consultant specializing in business development, political campaigns, and governing processes gives her a unique perspective on not just living in today’s culture, but being alive in the culture. As a campaign manager at the federal level, director at the state executive branch level - overseeing both policy and budget, as well as developing both national and international policy, Cindy’s experience encompasses the democratic process. Ms. Gonzalez enjoys the reputation for being issue-oriented and Nation first, rather than partisan focused; as well as being a strong public speaker, she is an advocate for the means must justify the ends.
Despite her success in government and politics, she has changed her career focus from that arena to writing, advocacy, and public speaking. In her words:
I had been in a ten year drought of unemployment or underemployment, being blacklisted in my career for standing-up against a bad budget decision, losing my Father, my kids leaving the nest, and poor relationship choices; the desert seemed endless, but that changed; it has only been in the last twenty-two months, that the first raindrops fell, but I kept the super-sized umbrella up, a tent-sized raincoat on and my little feet in over-sized galoshes, I was not willing or ready to leave the security of my lacking. I knew it was time; time to dance in the rain, and follow my heart to abundance.
The Moving Finger writes; and , having writ, Moves on; nor all thy Piety nor Wit , Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. Omar Khyyam
Abundance of inspiration and self-motivation to write, write, and write; of speaking engagements and developing advocacy seminars for those seeking to participate in government; of time to read and explore my own creative soul; and of abundance in my financial status. Why not? Why not embrace a change:
And Elijah said to Ahab, “Go up, eat and drink, for there is the sound of abundance of rain.”
The result, after letting the creative thoughts flow gently down the stream, is my decision to write pieces based on the possibilities and opportunities presented to me or doors I find needing to be opened. Keeping an open mind and creating a friendly environment within your heart and left brain, being open to all the possibilities your journey will bring, and moving beyond the struggle your ego readily throws in your path when it’s slapping you upside the head for not thinking in a logical or practical societal mode!
I, the individual, decide whether to take the path less traveled. I realized that at age twelve, when I first read Robert Frost’s poem,
“The Road Not Taken,”
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
The poem has been my philosophical rock since that time, but I had gotten in its way. Knowing that each decision was ultimately mine and mine to own (and here’s where it gets tricky for parents….wanting the best for our children and barring some form of mind control…we don’t have control over their decisions…our children control their own minds…the most we can do is guide them and pray for the best …even when we are going YIKES!); I have often failed to make that first step down the path of the possible, due to fear or doubt, and at times both; I have done this even while encouraging my children to take a chance on a dream, and knowing that it is not the goal we live for, but the journey that gives us meaning…damn you logic!
And then it hit me, it was my age that slammed into my core…what was I doing right now to better myself. Why did I see the possibilities, but not seek the opportunities being given to me? I told myself, “wake-up girly…you’re no spring chicken and you don’t have one foot in the grave either. You’re always telling the kids, “God gave you gifts to benefit yourself and others; now get off your butt and use them,” so Cindy, here’s where I distinctly hear my Father’s booming voice, “Stop crying over spilled milk, pull up your boots, wade through the shit, and get moving!””
I hope though that it will inspire all to explore and create their own solutions for their individual journeys.
More to come…