So, I know it's February and a post reflecting on 2018, once again, seems already too late in the year to publish, but as I find myself extremely motivated and geared up for my goals lately, I think a little self-analysis of what habits worked and didn't work, can help steer both you and I in a better direction. And if you missed my Closing Letter to 2018, you can read it through that link! I've become a big goal setter and go-getter since the start of the new year. I have a

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 always believed in my intuition; the voice of truth that pilots over turbulent waters and beacons toward the light. From an early age I understood that there is a well of wisdom rooted within me; that it only takes breathing into it for it to flood. But there are times when reason and doubt can clog my senses and what seems to be the voice of truth ends up feeling like pangs of fear. Sometimes truth and fear blend to create a mix of positive uncertainty; the kind of chag

Lately I've been having a hard time being happy with where I’m at in this point of my life. I’m always thinking about what more I can or should be doing; what I’m lacking or need surplus of; what isn’t good enough or only just enough; and what I’m afraid will never come. I go through these bouts of focusing on all that I’d wish I’d done so far and beating myself up for not accomplishing my goals just yet. We can be so cruel to ourselves sometimes, talking to ourselves in ways

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.” –Stephen King I’ve been thinking a lot lately about living in the present moment. I guess I’ve