I quit my job... Yup: I decided to stop the bartending shenanigans and start teaching more yoga.  Although at this very moment I’m beyond scared and have no idea what’s going to happen (when do we ever, really?), I still have this compelling energy to do more. Someone...

Growing up is a trap! I repeat: GROWING UP IS A TRAP! I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid, I would dance to the beat of my own drum or any beat at all.  Half the time, I was pantsless doing it.  I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point, I started...

I think at this point in this yoga jam of mine I have taken something like five teacher trainings (and who knows how many workshops). For a long time, there was this underlying issue I had that I wasn't ready to be a “real teacher” or “I didn’t know enough”. I failed...

Do as you're told, follow the rules, fit in… Just some of the many phrases I’m not a big fan of. I remember awhile back walking in an airport and people staring at me. Maybe it was the tattoos or the crazy mohawk hair I had at the time but it made me feel a little...

A few months ago, I chatted with a friend about my bucket list. It came up in conversation that I wanted to hike Machu Picchu in Peru to go find myself (or something of that variation). I’ve done a few hikes before but nothing as intense as this. I said, “why the hell...

I spent the last two weeks of February with one of my teachers in a training and man, was it brutal. I had to work my other job and still manage a full teaching schedule. I could have easily given those things up or just not taken the training… but I wanted it badly....