Here is my agenda for getting ‘summer’ body ready: ZERO FUCKS GIVENRead More
But now, looking back, I understand every cue and assist I was ever given. I was always ‘overworking’ my practice. Performing for a win. A competition with myself. I must have looked all wobbly, stiff, stressed, and ridiculous to be honest.Read More
Live Through This wasn’t just the title. It was direction. It was a message from the universe to turn on. To get up and fight. To be ready. That I had to live through what was coming.Read More
I went out this week and was social. TWO TIMES. Socially. One time with pants with a zipper and wore a real bra.Read More
I will never be the zen-like teacher, offering quiet, soft experiences. It’s just not me. Seriously, have you ever talked to me? I’m basically the Miss Vanjie of the yoga world.Read More
From my last blog, Job Title:, I got called out on some bullshit. One of my feisty little nuggets of a friend reminded me that I failed to list my title as Friend.Read More
The title ‘Yoga Teacher’ seems silly to me. I feel silly when I say or write it. It feels shallow. Juvenile even.