I have a confession to make. I am a bad yogi. I did not practice one asana or mediate more than a few breaths at a time from November until February. I did not even really want to. Hell, thinking about it made me physically ill. It was uncomfortable. I felt like I should want … Continue reading Confessions of a Bad Yogi
I am a hopeless romantic. I am a seeker. I feel as if I am on a constant mission to find a man with whom I can share my life. This is something that I have been aware of for as long as I can remember. It as if it is already written and my … Continue reading Wear My Heart On My Sleeve Or Take Off My Shirt?
Writing is a very new hobby of mine. I have always believed that I hated writing and thought of it as a chore. This blog and the occasional journaling kick have been the exceptions. I think it is because I get to write about things that matter to me and are directly related to my … Continue reading Do It For You