Elena Out Loud Podcast

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A Place at the Table

Back in May 2025, I was sitting with a group of mom friends, gathered around a table with a pitcher of margaritas between us. We’ve built a tradition of getting together about once a quarter—to unwind, to connect, and to celebrate the work of being a mother. I always look forward to these nights. On this particular evening, the conversation moved easily between our kids, their sports teams, and the rhythms of everyday life. And then, in the middle of it, one of the women shar

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How Many Day Ones Do We Get?

The other night I was looking for a new photo to post on my LinkedIn account, and before I knew it I had fallen down a familiar rabbit hole—scrolling through old photos and videos of my kids. My eyes filled with tears as I watched videos of my now-teenagers and tween toddling around the house with baby food smeared across their faces, riding their bikes for the first time, dancing wildly in our living room, or sleeping peacefully during long afternoon naps. This isn’t the fir

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👋🏽 Hi, I'm New Here: Why Starting Over Never Gets Easier (and Why It's Worth It)

Why is it so hard to be at the beginning of something? Maybe that’s why so many of us stay in jobs longer than we should. Or remain in routines, habits, or relationships that no longer feel right. The familiar—even when it’s uncomfortable—can feel easier than the vulnerability of starting over. Being new is awkward. Exposing. Humbling. And I should know. I’ve been new many, many times. Every time I walk into a new room—whether it’s a class, a professional space, or a communit

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Last week, I shared something very personal about myself.

And I want to be clear—it wasn’t something I decided to share on a whim.

It’s a truth I’ve been learning how to say out loud for over a year.

It started at a dinner with a group of women.

One woman shared a story that felt so familiar to me… and I remember feeling shocked.

Not because of what she said—but because I didn’t realize we were allowed to talk about things like that.

It made me think about the stories we carry.
The parts of ourselves we edit.
The ways we show up at the table.

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The truth is, using your voice is a process.

It doesn’t happen all at once.
It happens in moments. In conversations. In small acts of honesty.

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Around the same time, I had just finished creating something that’s been on my heart for a while.

A free guide for women—especially women who feel like there’s something inside them they haven’t fully said yet.

Because I believe this deeply:

When we begin to speak honestly about our lives,
we don’t just create connection…

we create space.
we create community.
we create change.

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If this resonates with you, I made this for you.

✨ Amiga, Your Voice Matters — a free guide to help you begin reconnecting with your voice and showing up more fully in your life.

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When I recently shared a truth I had been holding quietly and alone for so many years, I didn’t know what would happen next.

I wondered…
Would it hurt someone?
Would it bring up painful memories for others?
Would I be criticized?
Would it make the people I love uncomfortable?

Those questions almost kept me silent.

But what I experienced instead was something very different.

I was met with support.
With care.
With love.

And even more powerful than that—
I was met with honesty.

Messages, conversations, and moments where others began to share parts of their own stories.
Not because they had to…
But because they finally felt safe enough to.

That’s when it really hit me:

This isn’t just about sharing one story.
It’s about what happens when we do.

It’s about creating spaces where people feel seen.
Where truth is allowed.
Where no one has to carry things alone.

And that’s the kind of work I want to keep showing up for.

I spent the last few days held by the people I love most.

Before sharing this part of my story publicly, I shared it with them first—my parents, my siblings, my closest friends. This was something I had only ever spoken out loud to my husband and my therapist. A truth I’ve carried quietly for years.

I told myself I needed to prepare them… to soften the impact of what they might feel hearing it.

So I sat in living rooms and at kitchen tables. Under the stars with some. On phone calls, through texts, and voice notes with others.

We cried. We held each other. New truths surfaced. And again and again, we found ourselves talking about the power of sharing our stories.

But what I’m realizing now…
is that I wasn’t just preparing them.

I was inviting them to walk with me.

And as I share this with you, I can feel that same support surrounding me. Their love. Their presence. Their strength.

When we bring the unspoken into the light, something shifts.

Not just within us—but within the people who witness it. Within the spaces we share. Within the communities we’re part of.

What once felt isolating begins to connect us.
What once felt heavy begins to move.

This isn’t just about what happened.

It’s about what happens when we tell the truth.

Speaking Spanish doesn’t make me more Latina. I’ve always been Latina and the fact that I didn’t speak Spanish when I was younger is an important part of my Latinidad. It’s a part of the historical colonization that exists in my family and many others. All of these stories are an important part of the Latinx American diaspora that we need to talk more about.

For me, there is so much power is reclaiming what has always been ours on the first place. To hear my story about reclaiming a part of my culture through language, listen or watch the latest episode of the Elena OutLoud Podcast.

#revolution #elenaoutloud #badbunny #seguimosaqui

It’s time for change. How much further are we willing to let this go? #weneedchangenow❗️

Here’s what I didn’t say in my last podcast episode…the world right now feels unbelievably scary, and unfair, and inhumane. Besides all that we deal with in our own separate lives we are all united under this backdrop of terror. And no matter what you believe and what side of the fence you live on, you can see what’s happening. I can no longer be silent about what I see and how it makes me feel. I will continue to use my voice for good. Praying for all of us 🙏🏽💚

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