My father tells me that when I was still young enough to sleep in a crib, I chose books over stuffed animals to comfort me in bed. That is to say, words just might be my first love.

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Is My Ego Brutal?

Admittedly, I toyed with the idea of quitting CrossFit, because I felt self-conscious. It would be easier not to show up. Not to feel awkward, or behind, or less than. No one is telling me I am any of these things, but I felt this way. Several weeks ago, I was acutely aware of a vulnerable place in my body after a morning of back squats. I awoke the next day with a level 7 of lower back pain and it scared me back to Christmas 2003 when I threw my L5 out of alignment in an 8-seater rowing shell off the coast of Tampa, FL with the Novice Rowing Team at the University of Michigan. The old injury pain started subtly, and eventually became excruciating. My then-physical therapist and trainer woul

Settle Into Being Unsettled

I'M SETTLING INTO BEING UNSETTLED. I'm practicing embracing the changes I've invited into my life. My recent journey of identifying my needs for collaboration, connection and spending less time at the computer, self-generating all I do, has led to some beautiful things! I've been hired by two organizations I love! Both invitations from CRYJ (The Center for Restorative Youth Justice) and Yoga Healer to show up with my skills and talents as a communicator, coach, and healer, leave me feeling honored seen and humbled. Together, these part time gigs total about 25 hours/week (hours previously dedicated to my own business--to you all!). Additionally I continue to teach Yoga: 2 classes/week, t

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