Dear end of 2023 me: Dayum Girl! You were the epitome of beast this year. You did all the things and then some. All because you made resolutions to commit, follow through, and practicing being present. I still can’t believe you finally did #25 on your Living List.
I declared 2022 to be my year. Even through struggles and fresh grief, 2022 did NOT disappoint. Building on the 43 reasons 2022 was my year, I hereby declare, loudly and proudly, that 2023 will be MY year.
I am at a crossroads in my journey. An unexpected fork in my path appeared suddenly last week. And now I am stuck, frozen; one with the soil and the roots beneath me. It’s like I’m staring at the open mouth of a viper, as its tongue tries to slash me. I feel trapped in […]
On the eve of the 2022 Polar Plunge, the eve of completing the first experience on my living – I was 100% excited, nervous, and unsure. This moment was 100% scary, thrilling, and liberating. And surprisingly, it wasn’t at all like I had envisioned the accomplishment would feel like. Read more to see how wrong I was.
When you get your muscles moving, your blood pumping, and your lungs expanding – a rush of all the happiness hormones crash through you no matter what the outlet, but only if you enjoy it. My outlet is hiking.
And I enjoy it bc of the person I become when I am on the trail. Read more to find out who that person is. It might surprise you.