CONDOLENCES

sending condolences

Turning 39 scared the hell out of me. The debilitating fear I experienced caused me to curl up like a ball in the corner of my couch for a month as my mind raced with various #firstworldproblems and legitimate anxieties. The self-depreciating banter drove me up the wall. What the hell are you doing? Who do you… Continue reading CONDOLENCES

ON BEING PRESENT

being present

Having a conversation is a lost art. When was the last time you spoke to someone and had an authentic exchange? Too often, we hide within protective bubbles or behind automated handles, having forgotten how to make contact and be present. Living in the moment has become an antiquated notion. I remember a time before the World… Continue reading ON BEING PRESENT

THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE

changes

"Everything is changing and I'm about to fire the majority of people in my life." I mumble a variation of the above sentence three times in one day. The first is loaded with frustration. In the second, sarcasm is wedged between each word. On the third, the phrase slips past my lips, peppered with amusement.… Continue reading THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE

THE (UN)BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

arty yoga

Like every other soul on this planet, I go through periods where everything narrows and turns exhaustive. Familial demands mount, an illness strikes, a relationship breaks down, or a friendship starts to circle the drain. Sometimes I juggle too many things and burn out in a furious, meteoric manner. Boom! Other times, I can't get… Continue reading THE (UN)BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

A STATE OF LIMBO

give it all up

Volleyball was a large part of my life, until the day it stopped being fun. The slide was gradual but it happened, eventually, because there came a time when going to practice became a chore. Prepping for game day turned into an errand I didn't want to run. Teammates weren't enjoyable to be around. I… Continue reading A STATE OF LIMBO

BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

peek a boo

I've always been my harshest critic, taking things on like a zealot and sometimes getting frustrated when I stall mid-process. The self-flagellation stems from a lifetime of working harder, faster, more than asked or required. Boxing has been no exception, though one big difference is that it can be a rather isolated and lonely sport. There… Continue reading BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

yoga love

Love is like that sometimes, isn't it? We can't always be with those we adore. In some cases, we must spend time apart to make advances. The logic is twisted but it's the spaces between that bring us back to the same wavelength. And help us determine we absolutely complement each other. Below, a little… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

like a meteor

It happens to everyone: the periods of limbo. The inability to smoothly switch gears, which results in pulling off onto the shoulder of the highway we call life. We get pushed to the side because the odds weren't in our favour, or the muse got stuck in traffic, or we were too afraid to make… Continue reading LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

women of wonder

The problem with focussing on end goals is we miss out on the most important bits: the odyssey, the process, the in-between. We forget how to live out loud. This circus is about existing on the edge, you know—and living a little dangerously. I went through an existential crisis around the time I moved to Rwanda.… Continue reading IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

Manhattan bridge run

It's all right. No, it's not. What the hell? Move your feet! I feel every dimple and ridge. Softened canvas yields as I shuffle. The lights flicker bile yellow and slush grey, with a few shards of off-white (star-bursting) raining down if my head snaps back too quickly. There is only chaos until I settle in… Continue reading IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)