The Daily Commute

Everyday I make the same commute to work. I make the same left-hand turn, stop at the same stop sign, weave through the same lanes. I’ve done it so many times that I don’t really think about the details of the route. I don’t have to look for the street names, I just know where to turn.

When I first started driving to the studio, I had to pay attention to every little thing my GPS said. I barely noticed the trees or what the houses looked like. I took a few wrong turns and had to drive a lot slower than my usual pace. But as I started driving there more and more it became more automatic and less confusing. Continue reading

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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

I’m a very sound sleeper. I’m that person that can get on an airplane, instantly close her eyes and be drooling on your shoulder by the time we leave the runway. I can shut my eyes after an intense yoga class, open them what feels like minutes later, and be alone in the studio with all the lights off.

In other words, not only do I like my sleep, but I am very good at it.

So I found myself in a strange predicament the other night when I woke up at 3am and was unable to fall back asleep. Continue reading

Just Move

There’s something about the nature of being human that often seems like we’re looking for a fight. Maybe it’s how we’re brought up. Maybe it’s the whole “no pain, no gain” that is spoken so easily without really examining the implications of following that advice. Actually, maybe it’s not really the nature of being human, but the complete opposite. I don’t think it’s our nature to want to be confrontational or combative. And I’m not even talking about with other people, I’m talking about how we are with ourselves. Continue reading

Shoveling Nemo

We had an insane snowstorm in New England about a month ago. It was so big it even got a name – Nemo. It was crazy. Grocery stores were wiped out of supplies. Wind, white-out conditions, travel bans, blizzarding snow. And when it was all over we were left with 24+ inches of snow…and no where to put it. That’s the problem with living in the city. There are only so many places you can pile up humungo snow banks. Continue reading