Growing Up

How can something be so exhilarating, momentous, and painful all at the same time? A time that we can feel utterly jaded and bitter while still having so many niceties and lessons to come. During this confusing time the best years of our lives, there’s a constant learning curve. We begin to grow up regardless of if we really want to. A new realization every step along the way


-I’ve yet to see the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, so dad’s shoulders still might be the highest place in the world. Even if they’re not, his arms are always open, welcoming a hug and cry.



-Being employed in the real world is a little different than that summer job at the ice cream parlor you use to have. You’ll have a cry session in the office bathroom and get papercuts and see an optometrist three times in a month because you forget to blink at your computer screen (true story). But you will also befriend coworkers, stifle uncontrollable laughter during your Monday meeting, and have more than three digits in your bank account–at least until you pay rent. And as many keyboard shortcuts and impressive Excel outputs as you’ll learn, you’ll still be more perplexed by that coworker, the sole person on the planet who manages to not gain a pound at her desk job.


-There’s no longer any excuse to be on, at, or near the floor. Ergo, my taking up yoga and training for five months. Sitting in sukasana on my mat is now socially acceptable, who knew? The days of cart wheels and handstands and tumbling around the grass are gone. Though if you learn to do handstand pushups you can have some fun while looking super hardcore at the gym. And then of course, you’ll instagram it…




-Doing taxes for the first, second, or fourth time will not make the process more inherently clear. I guess keying away at Turbotax is a right of passage. A right I look forward to delegating to my accountant.


-You’re going to dislike things you shouldn’t, love people who are wrong for you, and miss opportunities you should have valued. Understand the mistake, the frustration, the loss. And move on from it. Work to be happy and feel it in every cell and fiber of your being. Remember that life will go on.



-Proclaim you’re going through a quarter-life crisis. To multiple people, on a myriad of occasions. It happens.IMG_3100


-Choose comfort over style. I’d like to be advising you that pain is beauty but come on. As many times as mom told you to wear sneakers with your jeans and tennies with your dress for those long walks, you may argue that she was institutionally insane or just plain pragmatic. That barefoot walk through the Meatpacking District may just be the smartest decision of your life after a night of too high a heel and too close of a fractured toe.



-Unless you hire a sous chef, you will not have the bountiful, fresh fruit salads of your childhood. Ones in which you picked out the ripest of blackberries as your dad and mom chopped away. Instead you will rely on the simplicity of biting into an apple or finding diced mangoes on extreme sale. It’s a sad truth right here.

Mangoes on saleee

Mangoes on saleee



-You’ll learn to wake up on your own. Without the pour of water over your head or the slight touch of a head rub. You’ll wake up to the garbage truck terrorizing your street at the same hour before dusk every day. You’ll wake up with the approximate 19 minutes you need to commute to work without breaking into a frantic run. You’ll wake up early (gaaaasp) because you’ve come to adore the quiet, reflective time the morning allows you.



-Take the time to see beauty. Subjective beauty at that. It’s never too late and you’re never too inexperienced to just create. To pour your thoughts out onto paper, to imagine colors that were never “meant” to be paired together, to fulfill your dream regardless if it fits the mold. We did it in our coloring books on the floor of our bedrooms, so why not now?




-Host a dinner party just because. Because you have your own kitchen, because you no longer have a curfew, because you have a semi-functional albeit rusty cutting knife, and because you need your wine cabinet restocked. They’re the dinner parties of your parents that we you watched from your bedroom. But with a few more paper plates and liquor bottles.

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-Call in sick to work, so that you can fly home just to have waffles and sit by the pool. There’s more validity in that than you know.



Days on Days on Days

These past couple days have been something else. It’s been the kind of week when I have a thousand things on my mind—lists and lists racing around a mile a minute. I’ve yet to even have time to organize my thoughts, tasks, and to-dos in my moleskin, or yet BUY a new one (2013 cough cough). The horrorrrrrrrr.

My entire weekend was filled with Teacher Training—long days, riveting discussions, and lots of time practicing assists. We even taught at Lululemon Georgetown; the energy, music, and huge space at the store made this Sunday incredibly special. I missed these girls so much. It was good to be at home in Flow once again. Immediately following a weekend full of chaturangas and chantings, I began my first full week consulting on my new project. So the whirlwind of a new team, onboardings, long drives, different dynamics, and the adjustment of my snacking schedule has preoccupied my mind, time, and energy.


practicing prenatal yoga with pillows in our shirts

practicing prenatal yoga with pillows in our shirts

eka pada koundinyasana-- babyyyy

eka pada koundinyasana– babyyyy


Lulu Sundays


Given that my TT graduation is this weekend (eeeeeeeeeek), I’ve had to draw upon what time and energy I have left in order to prepare. I can already anticipate how palpably emotional this weekend will be for me. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday will include our teaching to the class, reviews from each peer, our anatomy exam, and the end of a milestone. Our introductions in September feel like just yesterday. I’ll end here before this post develops into a sappy soap opera.

Unfortunately, I’m one of the few DCers who does not have Monday/Martin Luther King Day/Inauguration Day off. And as luck has it, my brother offered me a ticket to the Inauguration near the stage for Monday. The combative work and yoga elements in my life came into play once again, as I am already taking Friday off for a mandatory TT day. I drew on many trusted opinions to come to the conclusion that I couldn’t take the second day of consecutive time off. I am incredibly torn about missing this momentous opportunity to first hand witness the 2012 Inauguratioin, but I worked hard to get on this specific project and I want to set a positive precedent as a new analyst. Given the implied asterisk from my manager and less than a week at the office, I have to take my career by the reigns for the ownership and responsibility that I anticipate.

My beloved little German Shepard, Ginger, went into surgery today. I wish I was back in Florida to be with her as she wakes up, but I’m happy my dad was there to take her to the vet before anything fatal set in. She is surrounded by love…and dog treats, and I’m grateful for that.


And as I write this, my thoughts settle immensely. It’s nice to have good problems this week, which serve as reminders of how precious and blessed every day is. Take a moment to close your eyes and take focus of your breath—the simplicity, the calm, and the light of each inhale and exhale. It will put things in perspective for you again.


Tell me about your Thursday.


A little thing called work–final deliverables, the end of my project, aggressive deadlines, millions of dollars in contracts–got in the way of my posting. Some nerve. But it’s that time of the year, I guess. Work, Christmas parties, and work interspersed for four weeks.

I’ve needed plenty of yoga, good talks, and chocolate to get through it. Forgive me?

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This wasn’t my kind of stress release, but I was so proud that my body allowed me to access this posture for the first time…and in two different classes. Not sure what the name is…some kind of anjaneyasana backbend with a foot grab.


The weekend was a whirlwind as well. Back to 8 hour days of Yoga Teacher Training but loving it. I was antsy to be back in the studio with my TT group. It’s such a beautiful environment–the palpably positive energy, comforting hearts,  and dynamic/fascinating yogis that I already feel attached to. It’s hard to describe, but I feel so at home with the people, concepts, learning, and dedication. The kind of people and theories that I’m ecstatic to be integrating into my life.

We spent the entire weekend reviewing the intricacies of anatomy. Yoga 101 basically covered every musculature, body system, and injury imaginable…and there’s a lot. I definitely have more homework and studying to do on my own. The good news is I spend this weekend with my little yogis again! Merry Christmas to me. It’s hard to fathom that we only have two weekends left in January before graduation…..better get working. If you’d like a willing, patient, and practiced private teacher, you know who to contact 🙂 But really.

In between teacher training sessions, I was able to fit in a holiday run with the boyfriend. The Jingle Bell 8k was a great distance and as you can imagine a very entertaining crowd–jingle bells, santa suits, reindeer apparel, a nativity scene (yes, baby being pushed in tow). A lot of energy and holiday spirit waited in the rain for the race along Pennsylvania and the National Mall. We were festive and speedy. With the exception of someone’s knee pain and my own ankle trouble (darn new pink shoes!!), it was a nice first jaunt together. Thanks for being a good sport, Richard.

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Needless to say, the pink shoes were returned. Let’s see if these babies work out.


Have you ever tried Saucony’s?

Any chocolate in your life this week?