Well, things have certainly been different for me lately. I didn't intend to miss so many weeks without posting a blog, but I've been experiencing some tough changes in the last few weeks and my motivation has escaped me. I'm in what some people call, A Dark Night of the Soul, or what others in plainer terms may call it - a funk, deep sadness, heaviness, or simply, a hard time. For someone who always prides herself on being upbeat, optimistic and inspired by life, I haven't f

I heard this quote recently, "The price of your new life is going to cost you your old one." It's been sticking to the back of my mind like a little, pink post-it reminding me to make the changes I've been wanting to see for years now. These are the changes that would "cost" me the things I enjoy most: sleeping in an extra half hour, watching a movie or show most nights after work, happy hours on Thursdays, longer runs plus coffee and lunch before my workday begins at 1pm. I

I’ve asked myself so many times in my life, When are you finally going to stop this already? How many more times do you have to experience this to realize something needs to change? Have you done that before? You find yourself repeating the same old detrimental habits, attracting the same old types of relationships, living out the same old script that’s been rewritten numerous times with new people, places and things, but still the same old plot? Oh, and the leading character

I’m writing this post today in response to an excerpt from Elizabeth Gilbert’s memoir, Eat, Pray, Love. A book I had picked up eight years ago as a teenager; a book that made me want to be a writer; and a book that when still read eight years later, has discovered a new space for itself inside my mind. Gilbert writes: “This part of my story is not a happy one, I know. But I share it here because something was about to occur on that bathroom floor that would change forever the