Mending + Defending Your Root Chakra

I was listening to the Freakonomics podcast today, and they were discussing the strange way that humans, more often than not, tend not to behave in their own best interest. That is to say, we make decisions based on short-term satisfaction (with the mantra “fuck it” usually in there somewhere) over long-term benefit.

At first it made me feel a little self-congratulatory. Like so many seekers, I feel like I’m making a daily effort aimed at long-term growth and sustainable happiness. But then I thought to myself, you haven’t done much of that self-investment lately. And the other me said, “well, yeah I’ve been sick for over a week.”

And that got me to thinking – sure – we all overindulge and experience consequences. But when it comes to the pursuit of our higher selves, are we overlooking the value of our most basic needs in favor of a much shinier, more glamorous lure of enlightenment? Continue reading Mending + Defending Your Root Chakra

2017 In Review

Hello! And welcome to 2018, friends. I just published a new video (with a new filming setup – hope you like!), and I wanted to muse on the past year one last time. Continue reading 2017 In Review

How To Recover From The Holidays

During the holidays, we all assume there will be a lapse in our self-care routine. More calories in, fewer out; but we often lose sight of the collateral damage to spending days on end traveling and functioning in someone else’s habitat. The R&R that’s required to recover during this end-of-the-year purgatory time is more than just snapping back to your old routine.

The pressure of the New Year means we’re all chasing new resolutions, or at the very least trying to remember what it was like for our pants to fit properly (speaking from experience!). But let’s talk about some pleasures you should never feel guilty about when it comes to recovering from the holiday whirlwind.

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The Meaning Behind Mindfulness

A sign at a Christmas tree farm we visited last weekend read, “Be Kind. Everyone You Meet is Fighting A Battle.” I typically rank signs like these in the same realm as your oft-lampooned “Live, Laugh, Love,” straight-from-Home-Goods, signs in terms of sincerity. But (whew) if this year out of all of them hasn’t made me aware of just how many private battles we’re all fighting. Continue reading The Meaning Behind Mindfulness

LUSH Haul FT. THIS IDIOT

You guys, I save my true feelings for a place like this where I can write them down.

The truth is I’m disenchanted with YouTube right now. Their algorithm is designed to favor only the people who already have giant followings and will therefore make YouTube more money.

I almost didn’t even post this video because I have such a bad taste in my mouth with them right now. But I did. Because my freak flag knows few bounds. Enjoy.

How Buying A House Made Me Richer

You probably already know, I just bought my first house, and I never want to leave. I get to wallow in self-indulgence looking around at all the plush carpet, granite countertops, high ceilings and, well, empty rooms I just “bought” and even utter, “yay, me!” if I want. But what it’s done to my outlook on life is what I find most surprising.  Continue reading How Buying A House Made Me Richer

My New House

 

It’s easy to boil things down to milestones. We tend to associate our 30s with “settling down” and other adult-isms. When 2017 rang in, I was almost afraid to set my sights on a resolution so grown-up as owning a house, but it’s incredible what happens when you put positivity into the universe: you get it in return.

The story is simple, because the process was simple. I put down a small sum of money on a large pile of dirt back in January, and for the next six months I watched a house emerge from nothing. First came a foundation, then a frame, bathtubs, ducts, fixtures, lights. I was positively vibrating with anticipation at the time of this video’s filming.

We’re all moved in now, and nothing is perfect, of course. Building on top of a dirt mound means evicting its former denizens – loads of critters, mainly roaches, but that’s what an exterminator is for.

Feverishly cleaning and patching dings in paint as we break in the new dwelling has turned me into my mother, and I finally get it. When it’s yours, it’s just different. No one will value your space like you do.

Affordability in a place like Austin, Texas, growing at a breakneck pace as it is, does mean compromising on certain conveniences. We’re not spoiled as we were renting, living in a glorified shack but mere walking distance to the waterfront, 50 years of tree cover lining the neighborhood roads, millionaires paying the sky-high HOA fees to keep the roads clear of any offending debris.

But now we’re the guardians of a new chapter. This place is ours. And the feeling I can’t seem to drink in quickly enough is the overwhelming sense of gratitude I have for where I’ve come from and where I am. To assume I’ve deserved every blessing I’ve enjoyed would be arrogant, not to mention grossly untrue. I’ve been very lucky.

But to assume I’ve been handed this life would also be inaccurate. The money I paid to own a mere percentage of the place I call home (shout out to the bank for trusting me and stuff), was earned by me and only me. And that feels insane, and humbling, and awesome.

We can’t build our futures on an unsure foundation. That’s a lay-up of a metaphor in this case. I hadn’t anticipated feeling so sure about a big decision like buying a house, but when you put your trust in the universe, it pays dividends of confidence in each step you take. And with each small step, you can really amaze yourself at how far you’ll go.