“so, who are you going with?”

In discussions of upcoming travel, there are generally two questions people ask right away. Number one, obviously – “where are you going?”. And the follow-up, more often than not, is some version of, “who’s going with you?”. I still, every time, get a little amusement out of people’s reactions when I invariably answer, “oh, no……

things have been worse, and things will be better.

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, ‘I’m not going to make it’. but you laugh inside. Remember all the times you’ve felt that way.” -Charles Bukowski Maybe it’s the crummy weather, maybe Mercury is in retrograde, maybe I’m just a naturally unhappy person. Whatever it is, I haven’t actually……

#fitness~~~

This might count as a bad yogi confession. Or it might make me seem like a better yogi – more spiritual and less “of the physical world”, perhaps? (LOL how’s that for woo-woo-hippie bullshit?) I’m really not sure where this puts me on the spectrum running from Bad Yogi to Good, but it is what……

useless knowledge yoga has taught me

I’ve had some of my wisest revelations on my yoga mat. Despite the practice being a way to disconnect from the stress and the everyday goings-on of life, often my brain is doing background work, sorting out things and piecing together wisdom. It’s not unusual for me to arrive at a yoga class with a……

a (cliché-filled) note to self

and to anyone else who needs to hear it: Stop forcing things. Stop trying to control things that are not yours to control. Control freak or not, you’ve gotta let some things go. Whatever your plans or goals or wishes are, the universe doesn’t really care. It’s listening, sure, and sometimes its plans will align……

gym class 2.0

The vast majority of my memories from elementary school gym class involve getting hit with some type of ball. I also vaguely remember a lot of made-up games with rules I never quite understood. Oh, and scooting around on your bum on those little wheeled dollies, and inevitably rolling over and crushing your fingers. (Does……

nope, no fun allowed at yoga class…?

Come on now, how can I even try to compete with sweet, cuddly, eight-week-old puppy dogs? Just look at that lil face. Anyone who knows me knows I am 100% a cat person (and 99.5% afraid of dogs), but when the local SPCA asked me to help out with a puppy yoga class, I had……