Since I was very young, I’ve understood the power of communication. That’s why I studied Social Communication, which in North America is something like a mix of Communications, Journalism, and Public Relations.

I used to love writing. I still do.

My dream was to be a journalist or write books. Or both.

When the people I was meeting arrived, they greeted me in Spanish. They remembered from a previous meeting.

Immediately, I felt something shift.

The meeting flowed with empathy, trust, and authenticity.

We exchanged ideas that could grow into something good. A collaboration.

It felt right.

But when I walked them out and ran into someone else, everything changed again.

English mode on.

Another version of me showed up.

In English, I speak slower.

I also think slower.

I even blink slower, just to be safe.

My Spanish brain is fast, expressive, full of color.

My English brain is careful, structured… and always double-checking itself.

And that’s when I remembered:

I’m smarter in Spanish.

And that’s okay.

A few thoughts after that

We all have different versions of ourselves.

Different tones, speeds, and styles depend on the language, the space, and the people.

But our essence doesn’t disappear just because the vocabulary changes.

In Spanish, I’m fast.

In English, I’m brave.

What really matters?

Connection.

Because when we truly connect:

• Empathy grows

• Trust builds

• Communication flows (even with some grammar mistakes)

• And ideas evolve because sharing makes them better.

On a deeper level…

Connection reminds us that we’re not separate.

We are part of something bigger.

Each conversation is a mirror, a chance to see ourselves in others and grow together.

So yes… I’m smarter in Spanish.

But I’m not less in English.

I’m still me.

Still trying.

Still building bridges, one word at a time.