Fear wrote me a letter this week. A plea to just play it safe. Click the link to read my response.
Synchronicity is when the universe conspires with you, opening doors and providing what you need. On my trip to LA, I was hoping for some very tangible synchronicity. What I got was a reminder: that it is a partnership, a million micro moments of paying attention and receiving good things.
Maybe, when a certain number of women gather, it hits this critical mass of estrogen that just makes my skin crawl... Or maybe it's because I enter into the game of constant comparing. Feeling simultaneously too much and not enough. But choosing to fully inhabit my life means reckoning with these thought patterns and lies that have been a part of my narrative. It means choosing to change my frame of reference. It’s time to get over my allergy to large gatherings of women. And the vaccine is realizing that the comparison game is a dead end.
For me, being near the ocean necessitates contemplation. Whether I find myself on a stormy shoreline, heart giddy at the sheer power of the crashing waves, hair whipping in the wind, or under the shade of a palm tree, watching as soft sand gives way to cyan water fading into cobalt that melts into endless … Continue reading The Poetry of Being Held by the Ocean
I want to live out loud on this blog, to invite you in on this journey. I hope not in an Instagram-worthy, glossy edit of my whirlwind adventures, but rather an honest reckoning with all of the beautiful and confusing and uncomfortable and unforgettable moments along the way.
Yesterday I shared with you, dear reader, my plans to travel for the second half of 2016. I’ve never been one to make ten year or even five year plans. Any attempts to decide what my life is going to be like has fallen short of what the adventure has been thus far. I’m more … Continue reading Allie’s Quarter Life Crisis/Adventure (Part 2)
Announcing to the world my plot twist, my plans, both unexpected and a long time coming.
Online dating is kind of like walking into a massive thrift store, overwhelming, unorganized, and mostly full of stuff that you really don’t want to take home. Trying to be open minded, you start swiping through what’s on the rack. What starts out as a slightly bemused expression on your face shifts to increasingly unimpressed … Continue reading Secret Confessions & Open Frustrations of an Online Dater
In between twirls and twists, I blurted out “I guess it’s hard to let go of control... “ I skipped a beat and then disclaimed “Which sounds like this conversation is becoming a deep metaphor for my life, which it’s not--salsa dancing is just harder than it looks.”
I heard on NPR the other day… (is a phrase that make some eyes roll and others’ ears to perk… or perhaps both happen simultaneously) But for real. I was driving home and overheard a man being interviewed. John Francis, the Planetwalker. He gave a TED Talk about choosing to take a vow of silence … Continue reading On Listening…Well