Well, my friends, the day has finally arrived. This Wednesday, I will turn 30. Real adulthood. The big 3-0. Halfway between young adulthood and midlife. Too old for crop tops, too young for clogs (just kidding — I plan to keep wearing both). I’m not going to pretend turning 30 isn’t at least a little
Well my friends, it has been a while. A LONG while. As some of you know, I ran a meditation challenge on this blog last month, and ever since then, things have gotten really busy here in my corner of the globe. Right around the third week of the meditation challenge, my work life started to
If you’re anything like me, you’ll have three major epiphanies in your 20s. I suppose there could be more (I still have a couple of years to go before the big 3-0) but from what I hear, the big changes I’ve experienced happen to most people, especially women, during this formative decade. Our brains continue to develop long into our 20s.
I didn’t always eat the way I do now. When I was 17, you’d be more likely to catch me eating McDonald’s than whole foods. I’ve always loved to eat (my grandmother will tell you I was the only grandchild that cleared her plate at every meal) and as a teenager, I ate everything in sight. I’m
I love to travel, and I love to practice yoga. I’m hardly the first person to make the connection. A lot of people who are in touch with their bodies also happen to be travel-junkies. It’s no wonder why there are so many international yoga schools, retreats, teach abroad programs and travel opportunities (though the universal and global nature
As a teenager, I always felt that my 27th year would be my prime of life. I told my friends and family that I “just had a feeling” 27 would be my best year. For proof of this, look no further than all my usernames and avatars: They usually combined my favorite number (11) with the
Last night – the night of the supermoon eclipse – was a mysterious one for me, and not for any particular reason. It wasn’t a wild night by any means. No bursts of passion or monumental occurrences. I didn’t even leave my apartment. Yet something felt different. After a fun-filled, high-energy (yet also emotionally trying) two
Well friends, this Saturday (Friday for the folks in the U.S.) will mark the end of my first month in New Zealand. It’s hard to believe an entire month has already gone by! If you’ve been following my blog, you’ve probably deduced that I’m wild about Auckland. I have my complaints (I’m looking at you, transit