this week in class i’ve hit obnoxious levels with my whole “feel more, think less” crusade. the little, itty, minute details of my day, so bitty a magnifying glass will overlook them; those have been my mount st. helens of late. my world is getting...
so sunday, last, i found myself in a predicament not foreign to me: the one where i commit to a major event without scouring the fine print, combing through the details, or in sunday’s case reading my {insert expletive of choice} email. thinking i had agreed to...
welcome to my new series, “shut the fridge.” just like medicine cabinets, i believe one’s refrigerator is a magnifying glass into their soul, psyche, and secrets. to be honest, the idea of photographing my fridge this morning took some courage. did...
think less, feel more. i’ve been barking this mantra a lot, of late, to my students and clients as we grind through our 6am lung bursting, quad firing, will testing anaerobic intervals. “get out of your brain, get into your heart.” easy yes? one...
so it happened. it needs to happen. we all have our off days. in my case sometimes it’s an off year, but we’ve all had that week-old, moldy, rotten peach pit in our stomach feeling of walking away from a job not so well done, wishing for a do-over. last...
you can bet your orphan annie, bottom dollar that this song, RAC’s remix of gentlemen hall’s “sail into the sun,” will be knocking some drywall loose at the house this weekend, and maybe even busting a speaker or two at equinox on saturday...
