Anxious Mess

My anxiety has finally caught up with me and I’m a bit of a mess. Nothing wild, I haven’t made any questionable decisions, it’s been more of just an overall feeling of being tense that I can’t seem to shake.

And I honestly couldn’t figure out why.

Well let’s think. In the last 6 months (while we’ve still been in a pandemic) I have moved states, gotten a new (very busy) job, and moved in with my parents while I buy my first home.

Whew. That’s exhausting to read about. And I’ve been living it without stopping to consider that’s a whole lot of change in a year full of change.

I need to cut myself a break.

And I need to prioritize whatever I need to do in order to actually make that happen.

What I find when I get this way, which in all honestly, I rarely feel this anxious this consistently — but when I do, it causes me to be really hard on myself in every way. I think it’s an attempt to get some control back.

Lately I’m more insecure, meaner to myself, and pull away from people more.

I don’t actually have a healthy solution here. I don’t have the answers. It’s more to say I’m in this place and I’m trying to find my way back but I’m not there yet.

Sometimes I think that’s huge in and of itself. When you recognize where you are, what’s causing it, and that it’s not great - that can be a really big step.

I love that we are talking about mental health more, but I wish more people spoke up when they don’t have an answer. When it’s jsut a hard time you need to work your way through.

Don’t feel bad for just knowing something is wrong but not knowing how to fix it. For a lot of people, figuring out there’s a problem is the biggest step you can take.

Skincare Over Everything

I didn’t get into skincare until I was in my 30’s. My generation was all about indoor tanning and not much else. We were never taught skincare like kids are now. But now that I have discovered good skincare, I am addicted. And because I have extremely sensitive dry skin, I have tried everything on the market.

I’d like to share my favorite products right now!

Face Wash/Cleaners

Aveeno Positively Radiant Skin Brightening Scrub ($6)

Cerave Hydrating Facial Cleanser ($10)

Dermalogica Ultra Calming Cleanser ($62)

Moisturizers

Dermalogica Dynamica Skincare Recovery spf50 ($75)

Cerave Skin Renewing Retinol Daycream with SPF ($24.99)

LaRoche-Posay Toleriane Ultra Face Moisturizer for Sensitive Skin ($30)

Serums

Biossance Squalane + Vitamic C Rose Oil ($72)

Biossance Squalane + Vitamin C Dark Spot Serum ($62)

Whole Foods 365 Rosehip Oil ($10)

Face Masks

Dr Jart Soothing Hydra Solution Mask ($11.95/ pack of 5)

Lapcos Rejuvinating Variety Pack ($17/pack of 5)

L’Oreal Detox Clay Mask ($8)

What are your favorite skincare products lately? Share!

Unbreakable

If you’re new here, you might not know that I have not always been this loud nor confident. Growing up in a conservative, white, wealthy town meant that I didn’t really grow into my own self — and love who that is until my 30’s.

I bought into needing the good grades, being the star athlete, beauty queen and everything in between. I had moments where my voice came through and my wild ways popped up, but comparative to who I am now, I don’t know that girl.

At 35, I am unbreakable. I know what I stand for, I know who I am and I’m confident that person fucking rocks.

I’ve survived the things I was sure would break me. I’ve percevered when I hit rock bottom in my career. I’ve navigated foreign countries without speaking the language. And I’ve done it all with great hair.

It took me a really long time to get to this point. And at times, my confidence falters. When it does, I remind myself what a bad ass I actually am.

In a year when we’ve all been deeply tested, I hope that you take the time to remind yourself you’re pretty amazing too.

Write these things down. Have them nearby so that when you start to doubt yourself, you can easily look to examples of just how unbreakable you are.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about all of the things we’ve been enduring lately. And it makes me want to tell people more how strong and wonderful they are.

To thank others who have been there to keep me believing in me when it felt like I was alone.

And then to ultimately come back to me, and remind myself — that I might shake, I might crack, but I will forever be unbreakable.

Pandemic Szn...Still

Right. Ok. So a year into this thing and am I th only one that feels exponentially worse than when we started?

We actually have a general end date and I am still more exhausted, irritable, stressed and not thriving than I was the entire time we did this thing. My skin is not glowing as much, I’m not feeling as energized, and I think my hair mgiht be thinner.

What’s the deal?

I love my new job. I’m finally living in the state I’ve wanted to come back to for years.

I think it’s the culmination of it all. The year in a global pandemic watching people act like pieces of shit. A year of racism and bigotry coming to a boiling point. A year of watching our government fail us all.

I’m feeling a bit disolusioned if I’m being honest.

I have lost a lot of faith in humanity.

And I’m white. I am privileged. I have it pretty damn easy comparatively. But it’s exhausting me to my core to continue to watch Americans specifically be utter hot smoldering garbage.

I get it, I can’t give up. We need people to show up, resist the bad and work to change America for good.

Specifically people like me need to show up. People with the privilege need to take the weight off the shoulders of those who have endured this pain, anger and exhaustion for hundreds of years.

Any yet, I’ll admit, lately I am unable to do much besides get through the day.

And I’m sorry for that. I feel guilty for that.

But I just want to say, I know I’m not the only one. I know that many of you are struggling to stay sane, get the job done, take care of yourselves (and maybe your families), and stand up for social & racial justice.

It’s a lot for anyone.

So here’s my suggestion: We don’t do it all.

We cut ourselves a break.

We recognize the long road we have ahead.

And we rest when we need to.

The pandemic isn’t over. Racism isn’t over. Women’s rights are still on the line. And they will be, for eternity.

So lose hope, sit down, rest.

And come back recharged.

Life is hard. It’s still a damn pandemic. And even when we are all vaccinated, we don’t know what the world will look like. Our country doesn’t represent the world, there are so many countries we will have to wait to catchup. We are still dealing with daily hate. The GOP is still ripping the rights away from everyone who isnt white wealthy and male. Gun violence is still happening daily. If you’re nto overwhelmed you’re not paying attention.

Stay connected to those who matter. Disconnect from technology when you need to. Get outside and be present in nature. Eat your veggies. Sleep those 8 hours and gulp down that water.

And when you feel normal(ish) again, join the fight.

Rinse. And repeat.

We’ve got a long road ahead, take it day by day. And remember, you’re never alone.

180

Growing up, I did all the things you’re supposed to do. I excelled at school, sports, went to college and got a job. I have spent years upon years grinding to grow my career. I’ve worked overtime, weekends, existed on little sleep and I did it with little complaint. I bought into this idea that you have to work work work to make life great.

Yea, this is another 2020 taught me some shit post.

2020 changed my view on work. I no longer buy into this culture of grind til you fall. This five day work week that runs our lives.

I don’t actually know all the history around the five day work week but I believe it had to do with religious days of rest, agrictulure, and a lot of things that quite frankly are outdated. The Fast Company recently wrote a piece on just how outdated this practice is.

My major gripe with the five day work week is that 2020 showed us that while we work to keep the exonomy running, when everything hit the fan, our government wasn’t here to help us. In fact our government and all the systems we pay into, work so hard to keep running and use as our guiding force - let us all the way down.

And that isn’t going to change. Sure, Biden needs some more time to get into the trenches of things, but if he has time to bomb Syria, he has time to help Americans.

Our government and the system it built does not work for us.

I get it, I’ve got to pay taxes and I need to show up at work everyday. I’m not about to go full anarchy and wind up in jail or losing my well paying job that I genuinely enjoy.

But I am going to set boundaries. I have been in fact. I am going to place more value on my personal life than I do overtime, weekend work and giving up the best years of my life.

2020 showed me that things like time with friends and family, investing in my health and wellness, those are the things I really value.

If you know me well, this is all really shocking. I had always pushed to grow in my career and “be somebody.” What I’ve realized is I am somebody, independent of what I do. In fact, I respect myself more as this person who isn’t defined by where she works, how much she works and what her title is.

I’ll always be an overachiever. But what I overachieve in has shifted. I want to live the best life I can. See all the places on my bucket list. I want to invest in the people who mean so much to me. And I don’t want to live my days stuck behind a desk.

Maybe one day that means starting my own company. Maybe it means something I haven’t even thought of yet. But it does mean, I am no longer what I do, where I do it and I am no longer impressed by the people who are only work.

I hope one day as Americans we learn the value of a full life. I hope we learn that poverty doesn’t need to exist here. I hope we finally get rid of these lifetime politicans who are corrupt, out of touch and trash human beings. I hope that we can finally live up to the greatness this country has so long claimed to be.

But for now, I’m going to do what I can to focus on making my life full, happy, and healthy - completely separate from work.

Let's talk about luck

In 2020, I was handed a package deal of a lot of the things I have wanted for a really long time. And in a year when so many lost so much, I felt lucky. I didn’t tell a lot of people about what was going on because I am so sensitive to the fact that not everyone is having that kind of year.

When I have told people about it, I am adamant about how lucky I am.

Until a girlfriend of mine told me to give myself more credit.

And that got me thinking about luck. Life isn’t all luck. The things I’m being given today are in large part due to my hard work, resiliency, and prioritizing being a good person. Sure, a little luck and karma help. But my life is a direct result of me.

Being a woman and an athlete - I have been taught that life is teamwork and humility comes first. Give credit to your team before you give credit to yourself. And as often as possible, celebrate but quickly get back to work. That mindset has been ingrained in me since I was born.

It’s gotten me far. It has also caused me to lose credit, miss an opportunity, and kept me from really having that true confidence in my abilities.

I also don’t think I celebrate myself enough because I would rather celebrate others.

In 2021, I’m going to be incorporating a lot more “thank you, I worked hard for this” instead of “thank you, I’m so lucky.” I’m going to celebrate myself when I achieve big things. I’m going to stand up for myself when credit is mine to take.

It has taken a village to get me here and my team deserves all the trophies for being the best support system in the world. But you can thank your squad, celebrate your role in the win, and get back to work. All of these things can exist.

I never want to lose my need to grow, work hard and get better. But I think attributing success to luck, that’s not acknowledging the role my efforts have played in the win.

Sure, things have to align for a win to happen. And that’s the universe doing her thing. But you can be the luckiest unicorn on the planet and if you’re not prepared to put the work in, luck doesn’t matter.

In 2021, change your luck. Own it. Thank her. And then thank yourself. Luck might be here to sprinkle a little magic into your world - but YOU are all the luck you need to make life great.

Women in Sports

It’s 2021 and we are still doing this. We are still in a blind spot when it comes to so many aspects of women in sports. One of the biggest blind spots is how women are treated in the workplace by our colleagues, executives, fans, Twitter trolls — you get the point.

I spent the first 10 years of my carer in the sports industry. And I loved it. Sports have been such a huge part of my life and who I am, it was my dream to build a life in that world. I never thought I’d leave.

It also gave me some of my darkest days, most unhealthy lifestyle, and was the time I doubted myself the most. The worst job I ever had was in professional sports. It left me broken, physically ill, and destroyed my confidence.

I left sports in large part because the lifestyle was not sustainable for me. My passion for sports can exist outside of working in the industry. I am happier, healthier, better treated, make more money, and all around thriving in the tech industry and I am so grateful I was able to make that pivot.

What really gets me riled up every time a new asshole is exposed for sending lewd texts or harassing women in the work place is how shocked everyone acts. Even in the sports industry itself. Everyone is appalled. Teams vow this isn’t who they are. Men are put on leave, issue an apology written by a PR company. Organizations vow to commit to change. They hire a token female.

It’s bullshit. All of it.

Every woman in sports has a story. Probably many.

I knew going into the industry I’d be sexually harassed at some point. And I was. Many times. I brushed it off. I brushed it off for almost two years until I broke down and spoke up. I was fired the next day for not “fitting the values of the organization.”

I knew I’d have to work harder, wear higher heels, and learn to laugh at the crude humor. And I did. Over and over again I did.

I was also in a generally toxic situation working for a team that to this day is a fucking mess. The bullying and generalized mind games were actually worse than any sexual harassment I faced. And I realize how fucked up that is to say. To rank my experience by which type of harassment I’d face on the daily.

Think of the most stereotypical boys club and multiply that disgusting behavior by 100 and you’ve got what I went to the office to experience each day.

When I worked in college sports, it was much of the same. I had a boss physically prevent me from leaving the room. I had another charged with a federal crime that I legally can’t speak about. I was told to wear a low cut top to seal a deal.

These are all my experiences. And they’re vast. They’re my unique story as a woman in sports.

But they are far from the only story. And probably not even that shocking to other women in the industry.

Even within the ecosystems I worked, I know other women who experienced their own version of the ugly side of being a woman in sports. Most have left the industry entirely.

I didn’t speak a lot about the specifics of what I dealt with at the team I worked for. I spoke about surface level toxicity but nobody knows about a lot of the very real and deep issues I have as a result of that experience.

I’m loud. I speak up. I cause trouble. I am the person who goes to HR or to leadership when I see injustice. I will never not try to right a wrong. I will always be that person.

Because of that, I think it’s easy to ignore what I have to say about these things. You’ve heard it before. How could this happen to someone again? Is she just making trouble? She’s just being difficult. She’s so dramatic.

I don’t tell the full story because I know what’s it like to not be believed. To be told you’re overreacting. So I sucked it up and I dealt with it.

I think about that a lot when it comes to women in sports. When I see a woman who exposes something a man has done, I think about how much it took to get her to that point. I know that wasn’t the first incident. I wonder how scared she is. I fear for the repercussions. I worry about her being let go and losing one more woman in a male dominated industry. My heart breaks because I wonder if she will ever speak up again.

I think about the other women who feel strong enough to speak up because she tells her story. I worry about the support systems they have in place to help them through this. I fear for the reactions of her colleagues. I worry about how she’s running through every mistake she made in her mind, because surely it will be used against her. I pray that she’s strong enough to deal with what comes after.

Women are the strongest people on the planet. Women in sports have to show up and coat themselves in extreme strength every single day. And I hate that for us. I hate that we have to be strong.

We first have to fight to get into this world. Then we have to fight to be everything in that world. Pretty, smart, funny, one of the boys. And then we have to resist aging. We have to know ten times what a man does about the game. And we have to do it in heels, flawless makeup and perfectly coifed hair. We have to be breezy but serious but light and smiling. When the degrading comments happen, the innapropriate jokes tossed around, the accidental touching — we have to ignore all that and laugh with the men. We can’t make mistakes. We can’t show up less than 110%. There are no off days for women in sports. Not at the office, not in our personal lives, you are always on. Every second of our lives are fair game.

For me, the worst part was showing up everyday to a place I knew would not make me feel good. Where I was demeaned, belittled, degraded — sat in the room for the lewd jokes, the offhand comments and nobody stood up for me. Nobody said this is wrong we have to do better. Nobody spoke up for me.

Just because you don’t partake in the problem, it doesn’t make you innocent. It doesn’t make you a good guy just because you refrane from contributing to the conversation. Men need to make space for women in sports. They need to hold themselves to a higher standard and they need to say to their peers “this is not ok.” Sitting by and watching it happen, knowing its wrong but letting it go, we see that. I can promise you, we never forget that.

I left my career in professional sports over 5 years ago and one man, one, has reached out to me to apologize and truly compassionately express sadness for the things he saw me go through. 10 years of working in sports and one man has had an ounce of guts to speak up. He did not partake in any wrongdoing, but he’s the one who came to me to say you shouldn’t have had to deal with that.

The reporters and the media who sit here and feed into this shocked narrative, you are part of the problem. And every time you push that storyline, the women you work with see it. They hear it and they are making note of where you stand.

Show up for women. Don’t applaud the first female coach, referee, VP and then turn around and be ignorant to the plight to get there. Don’t claim to support women in sports and then sit quietly while the innapropriate jokes and text messages fly around the room.

Women show up every single day and do the absolute most in the sports industry. In an industry that quite frankly doesn’t want us.

Show up for women. We damn sure show up for everyone else.

Girl, You do too much!

I do too much. All the time. I have no chill. Beyond aware of this inability to rest.

Even my days of rest are not exactly the most restful. I’m not one of those people who can spend an entire day in bed or on the couch.

And as I get older, I’m realizing that isn’t a sustainable way of living. I’m not 22 anymore, things hurt, I’m tired more and learning to do a little less is important.

I’m not saying I need to stop living my very full and very enjoyable life. I’m saying I need to actually learn balance.

I know people say “you’re still young” or “you can sleep when you’re dead” - I agree to the first and the second is absurd. It’s entirely possible to be young and make the most of life while learning to rest and regroup for the next adventure.

So I’ve made a plan. Because a girl like me needs a plan. My new plan is to make sure that at least once a week I have a day of rest. An actual day of rest. Not one of those clean, do laundry, workout, meal prep days of rest. A real one. Naps, lazy TV time, and ok — a short walk with Nash.

I do too much. I probably always will. It’s not in my nature to lay low. And that’s ok. But I will make an active effort to take better care of myself. To recognize when I need some rest. And to speak that out loud. Turn down plans. Take a nap. Binge a show.

I hope that if you’re like me and never want to miss out on a moment of this magical life we are given; you start to realize there’s magic in rest too. Take time off, to chill — because if you’re not rested — how the hell are you going to make the most of the big moments when they happen?

Book Nerd

2020 allowed me a lot of time to read. I generally read a lot but because we have been stuck inside, I’ve been reading even more! Now that we are into 2021, I want to share my favorite reads of 2020!

These are in no particular order and are all over the board in terms of genre. Hope you enjoy!

Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall

Anyone who identifies as a feminist would be well-served by reading Mikki Kendall’s brilliant debut essay collection, Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot. In this searing indictment of mainstream feminism in the United States, Kendall examines how a movement that purports to represent over half the planet’s population has, in fact, consistently overlooked women of color, trans women, differently abled women and other marginalized people. She elevates the experiences of those who are too often excluded, while also giving voice to how violence, hunger, poverty, education, housing, reproductive justice and more are all feminist issues.

— Ericka Taylor, book critic

The City We Became: A Novel by N.K. Jemisin

If your hometown was a person, what would she look like? What kind of shoes would they wear? How would he smell? What would you do if you came face to literal face with New York City? This is the world that N.K. Jemisin imagines in her fantasy novel The City We Became. This year, we need all the fantasy we can get, and Jemisin offers a multidimensional version of the world just outside your front door. New York’s five boroughs each become human avatars and walk through a world that is recognizable as our own yet wholly different, as they are under attack from a supernatural – and betentacled – enemy.

— J.C. Howard, assistant producer, TED Radio Hour and How I Built This

Such A Fun Age by Kiley Reid

It’s tempting to call Kiley Reid’s debut, Such A Fun Age, a novel about race and privilege – but that might not capture how smooth and funny a read it is. It’s the story of a young black babysitter, Emira, and her white employer, Alix. The two women are both sophisticated and well drawn – Alix becoming borderline obsessed with the younger, cooler woman who babysits her daughter, Emira dealing with the complex power dynamic between her and her employer. It’s funny and contemporary and will ring true for anyone living in the year of our Lord 2020. At a time when race and class are topics that have hopefully become a part of our lives in a more honest way, Such A Fun Age is a kind of contemporary novel of manners, and it’s also a reminder that those manners exact a higher toll on some Americans than others.

— Barrie Hardymon, senior editor, Weekend Edition

The Vanishing Half: A Novel by Brit Bennett

To be American is to self-invent, and if you think you’re not part of that, talk to a grandparent. In The Vanishing Half, Brit Bennett’s novel about Black identical twins who can pass as white, nearly everyone is self-invented. Stella Vignes leaves her Louisiana town and crosses the color line; she marries a white man, has a white daughter, then mistreats them to keep her secret. (It’s a testament to Bennett’s writing that Stella is not unlikeable.) Stella’s niece and foil, Jude, is unwilling and unable to pass. Instead, she reinvents herself as something deeply satisfying: a happy, successful adult. The past always catches up, though, and when the family reunion comes, it’s spectacular. To reinvent yourself is to add and subtract, as Bennett makes clear. This book adds.

Noel King, host, Morning Edition and Up First

Neon Girls: A Stripper's Education In Protest And Power by Jennifer Worley

This sex worker memoir begins as a typical babe in the woods tale about a young woman drawn to the adult industry for extra cash, but it quickly turns into something more galvanizing and urgent. A graduate student who danced at San Francisco’s storied Lusty Lady peep show during its 1990s heyday, Jennifer Worley confronted the controlling, exploitative rules of management by organizing her fellow strippers – many of them radical lesbians – into the world’s first unionized strip club and, later, worker-owned co-op. Neon Girls is lively and crucial – a slice of queer urban history and a necessary rethinking of sex work as a site of collective labor struggle.

— Sascha Cohen, book critic

A Promised Land by Barack Obama

Barack Obama began his literary career with Dreams From My Father, recalling the struggles of his youth while still in his early 30s. Now in A Promised Land, approaching 60, he recalls how his most audacious dreams came true in 2008 and details his first 30 months as U.S. president – from the Great Recession through Obamacare to the killing of Osama bin Laden. Obama continues the story he began telling before the world was listening. Whatever one’s deepest feelings about this man, they are likely to be brought to the surface by this book: We hear his voice in every sentence.

— Ron Elving, senior editor and correspondent, Washington Desk

Untamed by Glennon Doyle

In her most revealing and powerful memoir yet, the activist, speaker, bestselling author, and “patron saint of female empowerment” (People) explores the joy and peace we discover when we stop striving to meet others’ expectations and start trusting the voice deep within us.

When You See Me by Lisa Gardner

#1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner unites three of her most beloved characters—Detective D. D. Warren, Flora Dane, and Kimberly Quincy—in a twisty new thriller, as they investigate a mysterious murder from the past…which points to a dangerous and chilling present-day crime.

The End of Her by Shari Lapena

Stephanie and Patrick are adjusting to life with their twin girls. Then Erica, a woman from Patrick’s past, appears and makes a disturbing accusation. Patrick had always said his first wife’s death was an accident, but now Erica claims it was murder. Stephanie isn’t sure what, or who, to believe.

The Guest List by Lucy Foley

On an island off the coast of Ireland, guests gather to celebrate two people joining their lives together as one. The groom: handsome and charming, a rising television star. The bride: smart and ambitious, a magazine publisher. It’s a wedding for a magazine, or for a celebrity: the designer dress, the remote location, the luxe party favors, the boutique whiskey. The cell phone service may be spotty and the waves may be rough, but every detail has been expertly planned and will be expertly executed.

Mind Body Soul

Are people still on the New Year, New Me kick? Or have we moved past that and everyone’s back to being a dumpster fire?

I personally have never set a new year’s resolution. As an athlete I find them pointless. You should be working everyday to get better, no need to wait for some arbitrary date on the calendar. If 2020 taught us anything, and it taught us a lot — time ain’t shit.

I spent the last couple years really working on myself. I committed to really being single, really getting to the root of my traumas and really trying to love me - the good and the bad.

What I’ve learned is that it’s a whole ass journey. You can’t just go to therapy or just eat right. You can’t just go to the gym or cut out the toxic folks in your life. It’s a whole mind body soul vortex that takes a long time to get right.

My concoction of wellness is one part therapy, one part fitness, one part healthy eating, one part setting boundaries, and about 32 million parts dogs.

For me, weekly therapy as a consistent is really important. I find that even though I spend a lot of the time just talking through whatever I’m struggling with, it gives me persepctive and resets my anxiety about my own issues. I need a neutral party to remind me I’m not a piece of shit. I do. Sure, there are the activities and the homework and that’s all fine and good, but the 50 minutes with someone who is going to explain to me why I am the way I am and help me to develop my own peace with my past is life changing.

Fitness is a huge component of my overall well being. I have been an athlete since I was in the womb and if I go more than a day or two without movement, my body feels awful and my mind is a mess. Finding the balance of understanding fitness is about moving and not about weight has been a whole other bag of issues. It took me decades to understand that being active can mean a long walk, yoga, a run, a hike — it can be a thousand things. And it doesn’t have to be about losing weight or changing my phsyical appearance. It’s about allowing my body a moment to just move around and let those endorphins flow.

I should add that getting outside is also probably a huge piece of my sanity. Fresh air throughout the day makes me feel at peace. It reinvigorates my whole mood and makes me feel alive. It’s a game changer.

Healthy eating for me is another bag of issues. Growing up I ate really healthy. I had also started dieting by age 13 to try and make myelf a better athlete. My relationship with food is wild. Because I never really ate junk food until college, I have moments where I binge too much and feel guilty. I also have moments I deprive myself. None of that is healthy. The only way that I’ve been able to keep a healthy relationship with food is through cooking and prioritizing whole from the earth foods. That’s important to me. Cooking is theraputic for me too. Seeing what I can put into each meal gives me joy and helps me know what foods make me feel good. It’s ok to eat the junk at times — sometimes I want some ice cream — but when I am eating healthier, and not depriving myself, my body and mind feel stronger and my whole system operates at peak levels.

Setting boundaries - wow ok so it has taken me decades upon decades to figure out boundaries. Truth be told, this is where I struggle the most. Whether it’s human relationships to work — I am an extremes person. I’m all in or I’m all out. There’s no balance to me. And that’s not healthy either. Learning to have a life outside of work, to not expect that everyone has the same all in mentality as I do — that is a journey. And I think it always will be a journey for me. I don’t have a whole lot of enlightenment here, becasue I’m still learning what a boundary is and how to set one. It’s not intuitive to me. I hope it will be someday.

Lastly - when all else fails, when I’m completely out of alignment - I hug my dog. Nobody is going to love me so completely and without judgment like my dog will. And even if it’s just a quick snuggle, he resets my perspective and come on — who doesn’t love a little puppy love?

Mind Body soul connection is so real. It’s a whole mental, physical, spiritual combination that is different for every single one of us. What works for me is torture for you. What works for you is lunacy to me. But what I’ve really learned in 2020, after a whole year of spending a lot of time alone and growing, without that recipe for success — life sucks. And again, every blog is about 2020 which isn’t for everoyne - but it changed us all - and I for one want to come out of it a better person for myself first and the rest of the world second.

2020 showed us a lot of ugly, getting myself on a higher level is my first step towards helping the world get better.