All in Personal

Sometimes, you just need to hold a stranger's hand

I have serious travel anxiety. I'm such a creature of habit and I thrive on routine, so when I have to travel I'm kind of a mess. I  worry constantly about over or under packing. I can't sleep the night before. I wake up way too early the day of. I always think I've left something in the hotel room, even though I never actually have. 

What Does It Mean to Be "All In"?

If you know anything about me, you might know that when it comes to connection, I go hard. I love hard. I commit hard.  Actually, you might not know that about me, because I tend to shy away from being honest with my feelings when it matters.

My Word of the Year

In December of 2012, I was introduced to the concept of choosing a word to guide the coming year. It's a simple practice that has had noticeable impact on who I am and how I live, which is something that I truly just find to be very cool. I

Tis the season...

I've actually always loved the holiday season. Not just the breaks and time off, but the peace and energy that comes with it all. The fact that (commercially at least) everything is suddenly about wonder and warmth and sharing and sweetness and giving and gratefulness.

Not Enough and Too Much

A few nights ago I got to do a really cool thing. It involved gathering around a beach fire, waves crashing around us, singing songs, anticipating the coming year, and choosing to let go of the things they haven't served us in the year we're leaving behind... I want to talk about the thing that I chose to throw into the fire. 

On Mondays, We Talk About Mental Health [On Gratitude]

It's late November. Officially "The Holiday Season", whatever that means. There's music about cold weather and mythical creatures, spicy festive beverages, ugly sweaters, calorically dense foods,  and twinkling lights everywhere. I'm sure it's supposed to be a good time, but like many people this time of year is really difficult for me. 

Some days I’m Just A Sentient Ball of Emotion [On Anxiety]

I have a roommate (she's a wonderful human being who happens to be a singer/song-writer who creates what I like to call “strong feeling music”. I have strong feelings. We make sense.) For the sake of this story, we'll call her "M". NOTE: This isn't some weird anonymity thing, it's more about ethics and if I'm honest, an aesthetically pleasing dialogue format