
There's time for bravery and your bucket list
Here’s the thing about 2015. Despite appearances, there’s still time to bring a little of this year’s bucket list to life!
OK, so maybe there isn’t time to hang glide over Switzerland, holding hands with Beyonce, before the clock strikes midnight. But if that’s your kind of daydream, you’ve still got a chance to get at the core of that feeling you’re chasing.
So, what is it? Are you looking for adventure? Purpose? Gratitude? Excitement?
You can absolutely grab a litt

Some lessons you have to learn twice
The other morning, on my way to the mailbox in stained house-cleaning clothes, I thought to myself, “Oh, I should definitely know better by now.” You see, not that long ago, in these same ratty clothes, I was caught on camera by the Bing Maps mapping car. Now that there’s a photo of me looking unkempt and startled, available to anyone looking for street view directions to our neighborhood, you’d think I’d put more effort into my appearance when I go to the mailbox. Clearly th

How a retreat saved me from complete exhaustion
Last February, I felt lost. There was a great deal of messiness and pain in my personal life and I wasn’t entirely sure what to do or how to cope. I felt as though, in the midst of stress and busy-ness, I was in the process of losing touch with myself. What I craved was a chance to slow down long enough to figure out what I truly needed to be grounded and purposeful again. I needed a deep breath. An interruption. Not just a few minutes of meditation or an hour of yoga here an

Journaling for comfort
For many of my friends, photos are how they capture memories. I, on the other hand, rarely take photos. I’ve always preferred to capture life’s texture in my journal. Writing has been my favorite way to process life and my emotions since I was little. My journal was always a trusted friend who could help me understand why I was feeling what I was feeling, and often helped me uncover what I needed to know or do to be ok. I addressed many of the entries in my old journals to my