I Don't Like Exercise


I don’t like to exercise. I never have.

Even when I was a young athlete and exercised everyday on my own I never liked exercise. Even when I started teaching others how to exercise and get started with a program when I became a certified personal trainer at 18 I still didn’t like exercise.

I think exercise is boring- to just go to a class and move around from station to station or hop on a treadmill and set it at steady speed and zone out and watch the news is boring in my opinion.

I have never liked exercise, but I have always LOVED practice and training.

I fell in love with practice at a young age. I remember sitting at my desk in middle school counting down the hours and minutes until I could get up from the desk and head to the lacrosse field for practice. I never minded running laps or even the dreadful ground ball drill. I savored the moments of practice. It was a time to explore my potential, to be with friends, and observe myself improving and progressing; closing the gap between who I was and who I wanted to be and what I wanted to accomplish.

Practice has always had my heart.

To be honest I don’t even know how to exercise. Exercise feels mechanical. It feels like writing a passage over and over again until you zone out and don’t even know what was written. It feels like algebra when I prefer poetry.

I only know how to train, practice, and work towards a goal. It keeps me hungry. It lights me up inside, and illuminates this worldly experience. There is something primal yet simultaneously soulful about having a goal and watching all the trillion of cells within your body wrap themselves around an idea until it seems to happen almost effortlessly.

There is great satisfaction to have something that calls you out of bed in the morning to put forth energy, sweat, and perseverance even though you’re not getting paid for it and no one will ever hand you a door prize for showing up. It’s holding yourself accountable, because that goal is meaningful to you and no one else.

It’s amazing to watch yourself transform day by day, practice after practice. It’s a thrill, a natural high to be able to do something you thought was not possible; meant for others but not you. When you finally accomplish it or just even a glitter of hope peaks through the cloud of despair you experience a joy that seems to rise up from deep within and gratitude flows forth. You become more like the ones you’ve admired for so long as the needle on the dial of your skillset begins to waver and move. But, you don’t just become more like them, you become more you.

Your body and mind literally molds itself to the practice. It’s like all the stars in the cosmos shift and align themselves to light and guide your path. The tumultuous waters of the oceans become still as a lake as the mind quiets down and learns to concentrate and focus on the task at hand. But, the fire within your heart keeps burning with a steady flame as your daily practice tosses logs on the fire to keep you burning and yearning for something far greater.

You will learn more about yourself in a movement practice than you will from reading hundreds of books, because knowledge alone will never be able to compete with personal experience. Personal experience creates belief in what you are doing, the theory, and most importantly yourself.

Practices come into your life when you need them. There have been times that I needed to know how to be agile, how to run far, how to run fast, how to be strong, how to look fit, how to be flexible, how to be mobile, how to be resilient, how to be graceful, and how to remember God in every breath.

I believe practice carries you through life. It’s there for you when things are going great and when life throws obstacles on your path. When so many things in life are out of control it’s reassuring to know we can control whether or not we practice and give ourselves time to remember that control is just an aspect of the ego anyway. To surrender, flow, love, and discern what is meant for you and what is not requires more acuity and agility than simply holding on to what we have been conditioned to believe we are and should do with tightly clenched fists and brute strength.

I have never liked exercised and I hope I never learn how to do it, because movement without heart and wisdom is like being a machine. I am not a machine. I am human and therefore I practice.










On Money, Anger, and Lessons from Gandhi

Today let me tell you about something that has been weighing on my mind and heart since the moment I stepped on the plane for India on December 31, 2017. 

Before deciding to travel I had two choices:

1. Give 30 days notice to leave my Hermosa Beach, California apartment and try to sell all my furniture etc. or put things in storage before setting off for travel. 

2. Sublease my apartment for a few months. 

I decided to put up an ad to sublease and see what would transpire. If I didn't find someone in time I would make arrangements to move out, but if I could rent my place furnished and make a bit of money to help fund travel why not? 

It seemed like a great plan. 

The first couple weeks NO ONE responded except scammers. I was getting distraught about having to let go of my apartment. I didn't want to return from travel and have to find a place to live, but it was getting down to the wire. I was so discouraged I thought about giving up on the whole idea of traveling altogether, but my body gave me signals that was NOT going to happen. 

I started having terrible cramps in my abdomen and muscle pain around my right hip. I thought it was just PMS, but then it progressed to insomnia and anxiety. I have had these intense body sensations come up a few times the past few years since I have become more aware and in tune with my energetic body. It feels like my energy has dispersed itself into millions of little bumper cars and they are all running into one another. It's chaos. 

At 3AM I decided to post an ad on Craigslist to sublease my apartment one more time. The next afternoon I got a message. A couple wanted to come take a look at the apartment. They currently lived up the street, but said their apartment building was being torn down and rebuilt and they were looking for a place in the neighborhood. 

All went really well. They loved the place. They liked the idea of it being furnished and I liked that I wouldn't have to load up a storage unit. They signed the contract for a 6 month sublease and paid part of the deposit the next day. All was going to plan. They paid rent and moved in on December 1, 2017 and I was on a plane to Maryland to take my beloved dog Quincy to stay with my parents for a few months. 

December was a relaxing month. Getting ready for travel was easy since I took care of the tough work and logistics in November. I was all set to board my plane when I received a message that they would send January rent (due on the first of the month) in a couple days since they had to go up north to visit her father in the hospital. 

"My prayers are with you during this difficult time." I wrote in a text message. Prayer emoji and all. I boarded my plane and expected the money to be coming in after the holiday. 

I arrived in India at the ashram on January 2. I didn't hear from Joseph and Saira until the 5th. I got a very disturbing email saying the IRS placed a hold on their bank accounts for unpaid property taxes.

Uh oh...

They said they would get it cleared up and make the payment by January 10. Initially, I froze in fear. I had just taken a 24 hour flight and was on the other side of the world and feared that I would be turning right back around. All my planning, all my hopes, all the preparation, down the drain. 

I emailed my landlord and asked for an extension to pay rent on the 15th. He is super kind and was willing to work with me. "Sure, just pay the $50 late fee." 

Then, I had to try to stay calm, enjoy yogic living at the ashram, continue to create the Habits in Practice Course and not let all the thoughts of "what ifs" enter my mind. 

January 10 rolled around....no money.

Joseph said he pulled money from another account since they were in deeper than they thought, but the deposit hadn't arrived yet and I would have to wait. Well that wasn't going to fly. On the 18th I get an email from my landlord. I told him the situation. He has been managing spaces for many years and he knew something was up with these people even though I couldn't see it. He could smell a big fat rat. 

With no rent paid he puts an eviction notice on the door. I'm in an email chain between him and his lawyer. He's calling Joseph. Joseph isn't answering. It gets ugly. To keep the peace and avoid losing my apartment and having to turn around and fly home I paid the rent. 

Money down the drain. People freeloading living in my apartment and sleeping in my beds and not paying. I contacted a lawyer and discuss going to small claims court. Problem is, I'm in India and going to court right away would mean giving up the trip not to mention be a huge headache at this time. 

Joseph said they would pay by February 5 and be out the first week. I started to feel better. Maybe it could work out after all. I did my best to give them the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to believe them...

I posted some ads to find a new subtenant and have a much better response than the first go around, even though now I wish I had never rented to these people in the first place. 

February 5 rolls around- once again, no follow through on their word. No payment was made. At this point I realized that their "word" is absolute bullshit. Why do they keep making promises they have no intention of keeping? 

I became furious. They made no attempt to pay anything- not even a portion of the rent. During my yoga practice I fumed for 90 minutes over the situation every morning.

Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to expose the true source of my anger and suffering- my own fear. 

You see, it was easier for me to be angry and lash out at them, but I had to put my weapons down  and say, "I'm scared. I feel taken advantage of; violated. I'm hurt, and I don't have the funds for this to go on. I need you all out so I can rent the place and make my bill payments."

I wanted to retaliate and blame them. I wanted to call them the scum of the earth for doing this to another human being especially when that human is traveling solo on the other side of the world. I wanted to tell him his willpower, integrity, and follow through sucks. I wanted to say I pity them for the way they live their lives and treat people. (Okay, so I did actually say that...) 

But, I couldn't go on with nasty messages. I couldn't make myself into the victim. That would be inflicting violence upon myself and at this point in my life I have learned to love myself too much to hold anger in my body. 

Anger is toxic. For me anger swells up in my lower abdomen like a fluid pouch. When I finally release it through meditation, core work, yoga asana, breath, love, and acceptance it's like emptying a camel pack. My abdomen de-bloats, healthy hearty digestion is restored, and I feel like I just stopped walking around with a 200 lb. barbell over my shoulders and a watermelon in my low abdomen. 

Anger feels hot and pungent. It feels like a high school locker room smells. Rotten. 

I have chosen to rise above anger.

One day while sitting in meditation just fuming I began to soften little by little as the minutes rolled by. It became very clear when I realized this...

For me this issue was about money and a violation of my space. For them it's their character.

Actions speak louder than words. 

Money is like a current; it flows...comes and goes. Character is much harder to change.  Their workload is far greater than the workload I will undergo to make back the money they promised to pay but failed to do so. 

Life sometimes schools us. Hits us with a ruler or shoves us into a sticker bush, but eventually we wake up and see how the circumstances and events in life aren't just happening outside of us; it's happening within us. 

Due to this situation I have a newfound respect for money. I've really had to budget on this trip. I sometimes eat oatmeal for breakfast and dinner and only eat lunch out a cafe even though it only costs 200 rs which is about $3 USD. Learning is my favorite and I have had to pick and choose my courses and learning experiences rather than doing all the events I originally wanted to sign up for. I have learned to live very simple on almost nothing.

Whenever I go to spend money I look at the Indian Rupee with Mahatma Gandhi on the bills.

Gandhi is literally "so on the money" with this situation I am facing. 

Gandhi is literally "so on the money" with this situation I am facing. 

I think of how Gandhi sacrificed- went without food, but most importantly I feel his peace. I tell myself over and over again throughout the day... "do not retaliate. It only hurts yourself. Where is there room for more love in this situation?" 

Everyday, multiple times per day in the yoga shala, chanting class, and in my own personal meditation practices I am reminded to keep the peace...Om shanti shanti shanti....peace...peace...peace. Let there be peace within me so there can be peace around me. Let me radiate peace so I inspire peace in another. Let there be peace in the heart of all humankind. 

I know that this situation will pass. In a few months I will probably look back on it and may even still think, "those jerks!" but even so I hope it is a flighty thought, one that does not get lodged in my tissues or digestive tract or even worse in the cave of my heart. 

It’s easy to love and have a grateful joyful heart when everything is going smoothly as you planned. The real test is when you have been crossed, hurt, trodden over, or violated. Can you find love and forgiveness in those moments?

Breaking Free


Listening time: 6 minutes 8 seconds. 

Ever since I can remember I've had big...BIG goals. I have always felt like there was something I was supposed to do or achieve. As a kid I would get so excited by the amount of energy that was trying to flow through and out of me I would talk so fast with a terrible speech impediment. No one could understand me so I would trudge off and go try to figure out how to work with the energy on my own. I discovered movement as an amazing outlet for my energy and of course using my mind and body to chase after my BIG goals. 

For a long time many of my goals felt like an intense burning desire. I would strive and push until I made it, but time and time again I would reach the finish line and have the same thoughts.

"Is this it?" This is the BIG thing I was supposed to do? No, of course not, there has to be something more. What's next?" 

I experienced this deflation when I finally got into my dream college and played on the top ranked Division 1 lacrosse team like I dreamt of while shooting on the goal and chasing balls against my athletic Labrador Retriever in grade school. I felt it when I crossed the finish line at the Boston Marathon with a time of 3 hours and 30 minutes, but immediately felt disappointed and worthless because I aimed to run a 3:15. I felt it deeply to the core of my being when I stood on stage under the bright lights in front of a packed auditorium at the 2011 Ms. Bikini  Olympia, the top bodybuilding competition in the world.

I felt it after career successes too, like when I finally got the job title I wanted of Fitness Expert Consultant in Los Angeles California or when I finally made the amount of money I aimed to. It was an interesting to observe. As my list of achievements grew I felt like I was shrinking becoming smaller inside and weighed down by all the things I thought I was or ought to be doing. 

I suppose I used to look at achievements and accolades as if they were me- my identity.  Over the past few years I have removed  the things that I thought I was one by one. I see them in a different light now. They were wonderful highs and great memories, wonderful journeys and learning experiences, but they are not my self-worth or identity. 

It was pretty life shattering when this realization hit. I mean, sure you always read those little inspiration messages like BE YOUtiful. But, you never really understand quotes or sayings until you experience it for yourself.

My ego shattering moment was in 2014 when I signed a contract for my own travel fitness & wellness television show that would air on DirectTV.

Needless to say it never happened. 

I got led on for months by the executive producer, "we're just waiting for the budgets to come through." He would say week after week. 

Meanwhile, I excitedly put all my energy- physical, mental, financial, and even spiritual into the creation of this project. I was certain this was the BIG THING, the BIG GOAL I have been waiting for and lusting after, finally taking form. 

When I finally realized it wasn't going to happen I was broken...shattered in a million pieces on the floor of my tiny studio apartment. I was sad, full of self-pity, and then angry. I was angry with myself, and extremely angry with God. 

"How could you let this happen?! I have worked my whole life for this!" I exclaimed. 

When I finally got over my rage and pulled myself up from a sobbing face planted position I felt hollow and hopeless.  A thought crossed my mind. It was loud and clear unlike the stammers and heated disputes I witnessed just seconds before. 

"Put as much effort and enthusiasm into your spiritual practices as you do into your physical practices."

I propped myself up against the closed murphy bed in my studio in a cross legged position. My body ached- it wasn't muscle soreness. It was the pain of the picture I painted for my life being ripped apart. I closed my eyes and tried to meditate. I thought of that nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty.

"All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty back together again."

I think that nursery tale never got finished. Perhaps Humpty put himself back together again. I knew that was what I was going to have to do in that moment. 

I have not been open or verbal about this, but I'm pretty sure people can see that I've been going through a big transformation over the past few years. I mean, I've sold all my belongings lived out of a Honda Fit for weeks at a time to be able to travel to national parks and just get away from LA and all the memories of what I thought would happen there for me. I have lived on a sailboat for months learning how to rest and find new sources of creativity, I've gone deep into yoga, meditation, silence, and retreats. In this process I have restored my health on all levels, found more contentment and harmony in my life and feel called to do work that goes beyond just working with the physical body and fitness alone.

I am currently abroad in India putting the final touches of gold and restoration on this heart of mine so I can truly follow my heart's calling and finally write a book proposal and access the courage to put my heart...I mean my "art" out there to the world. 

I have learned that the energy that flows through us is not just to be used to reach BIG goals, attain certain titles, accolades, or achievements. That energy is so BIG and grand, because it connects each one of us with everything in the cosmos. We are innately powerful, healthy, happy, and successful. The work lies in aligning what we do, say, and think to allow it to shine through.  


Getting to the Roots

If you keep planting the same seeds you’ve always planted you will keep getting the same crops. If you don’t like the crops you’re eating then you must uproot them and plant new seeds. 
— Kelly Gonzalez

Last month I went into the dentist for a cleaning. Not just any cleaning- a scaling. They numb your gums and scrape under the gum line to remove bacteria. Even being numb, it was still painful at points throughout the procedure, but the greatest pain was not physical- it was emotional and deeply rooted. 

As the hygienist scaled under the gum line and touched the roots of my teeth a flood of memories rushed in. All the negative things I have said to myself in my mind or under my breath over the years came knocking on the door of my subconscious. Tears filled my eyes. 

"Are you doing okay?" the hygienist asked.

With teary red eyes and my mouth wide open I nodded head yes, because even though the memories of berating myself for not being good enough, pretty enough, strong enough, successful enough, rich enough, or happy enough walked across the stage of my mind one by one I knew I was going through the process of transformation and soon enough I would walk into the light on the other side of the pain. 

Life is meant to be enjoyed not scrutinized.

I realized that I spent so many years disliking parts of myself and being so hard on myself that it left no space for me to see the great things about myself or acknowledge my own hard work and successes. So badly, the girl I cried for, the girl who was verbally abused by her own mind wanted to go back and actually enjoy those experiences, but the moment was gone like a bubble that burst. I realized that I would never get those moments back, but I knew I could start LIVING and ENJOYING my life NOW.

Awareness is the first step.

You can't change unless you are aware that there needs to be a change. Sometimes it takes a fine metal blade prodding against your gums to become aware, but you get the message. What needs to come through will always come through, whether you receive it graciously and use it to heal and move forward is another matter. 

Your Participation is Necessary. 

Once you know better you must do better. To be aware but not do anything about it is ignorance. Ignorance will keep you stuck in the same self-defeating patterns that you are trying to escape from. You must take radical action. 

In the dentist chair I made a commitment to be hyper aware of my self talk and toss out any language that has gone sour. Going deeper into the matter I realized that all of my troubles were the result of not feeling good enough. I could not move forward in fitness, business, or relationships until I started to love myself more fully and that required me to speak nicely to myself. 


I find that the enthusiasm for positive change comes and goes. I will sometimes look in the mirror and get down on myself, but when I notice myself slipping I have to hold onto what is good. I imagine it like falling down a steep hill, but there are strong roots in the hillside saying "look! I'm here to help. Just hold on and climb back up!"

 I immediately replace the negative thought with a positive one and then act on the positive. I have learned that any action that comes from fear, hate, or inadequacy will eventually lead to unhappiness. So I am constantly looking for the good and vow to move forward from there. 

Free Writing Practice in Your Daily Tracker

How do you speak to yourself? Is your mental voice a cheerleader or a drill sergeant? How can you speak to yourself in a way that will help move you in the direction of your most heart felt goals?  If you only spoke with the utmost authenticity what would you really say to yourself, someone else, or the world? 

Set a timer for 10 minutes and keep pen to paper- no thinking, just let it flow. 





Winning the Creative Battle

I awoke at 1:08AM this morning.

I have my first newsletter, my first newsletter in a really long time scheduled to enter people's email boxes at 7AM. It's 3:30AM as I write this. I edited the email campaign a dozen times. I want to say no, it's not good enough- wait to send it out, but that would be giving into the fear and the paralysis. 

Expression is not always easy for me. As a kid I had a terrible speech impediment. No one could understand me because I would get so excited and have so much to share I would talk incredibly fast. I would get frustrated when I wasn't understood so I would go off and work with the energy that was flowing through me on my own and figure out some way to release it. 

A book that helped me move towards more authentic expression and unleashing my creativity was "The War of Art" by Steven Pressfield. It made me realize that the anxiety I felt around creating something new whether it's putting out a newsletter, writing an article, or even gifting myself the time to journal is not uncommon, and more so...it may even be a great thing.  

Are you paralyzed with fear? That’s a good sign. Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do. Remember one rule of thumb: the more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.
— Steven Pressfield, The War of Art: Break through the blocks and win your inner creative battles

The key to winning the creative battle is simply to keep practicing. Pressfield discusses his process of invoking the muse before beginning each day. This is a ritual I have adopted as I often pray before writing and ask that my message ring true for whomever needs it. I also pray to show myself compassion and not be such a relentless critic or doubter. 

I believe we are all conduits of energy. Creative ideas flow through us. I am careful not to attach myself to them; knowing they are all fleeting, and nothing- no idea, no thing, no ability is ME for I AM the I AM I pray to. The creative force of the universe resides in me- within all of us and everything. 

I have always considered myself to be a writer. I began writing at an early age mainly because I love to learn and writing helps me bring my thoughts together. It's like playing with ideas on paper. I would simply write about what I love and what was fascinating to me.  

I started sharing my wellness writings in college. When I was torn between continuing being pre-med at Johns Hopkins University and following my heart in health promotion (I wanted to prevent people from getting sick rather than trying to help them once it happened) my advisor encouraged me to start a health and fitness column in the school paper. 

My peers would approach me on campus and tell me that because of my writing they were now drinking less on weekends and making better choices in the dining hall. My heart grew so full of joy to know that what I loved learning and sharing was actually of benefit to others. 

I continued to write for newspapers after graduating. Geez, I was so bold! I would call up or walk into the office and pitch my fitness column without any hesitation. It was so in the flow. I would have my parents take the exercise photos of me for the articles. I didn't care about things being so perfect. I didn't fear competition. I only knew and trusted the creative impulse that was flowing through me. 

I guess I lost some of that when I went on my own and moved to Los Angeles. I didn't have the support of my family and community and I have never been one to take rejection well. I have faced a lot of rejection out here. Rejection burns. Those burns can keep you from moving forward. But, we must keep moving. There is an infinite amount of support available to you at all times. You just step into the field. The universe really does have your back. But, you have to believe in the power and want to work with the power as much as the power wants to work with you. 

On a recent quest (my long solo road trips seeking guidance from the universe) I listened to BIG MAGIC by Elizabeth Gilbert on Audible. This really stuck out to me. 

Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic

I have decided to call my new email newsletter The Heart of Practice as I am practicing living from my heart and sharing it with others. I am learning that creativity and I do not have to go to war. I don't have to light projects on fire in the construction phase and run away to escape the smoke. We can work together. Free flow of energy- I'm open to you. 


A Quest for Stability

I value all of the seasons, but Summer holds a special place in my heart. Perhaps it is the memory of the years I spent as an ocean lifeguard in Fenwick Island, Delaware where my days consisted of morning workouts on the beach with my friends, being completely present for hours guarding the water, and happy hour get togethers with my squad after work. Summer is warm, welcoming, vibrant, and full of social interaction.  

This past Summer I spent the majority of my time in Encinitas, California, a quintessential surf town in northern San Diego county. For years Encinitas has been my happy place. I discovered it when I was driving home from visiting an online client who lived in La Jolla. We met once per month in person since it wasn't a far drive. Instead of sitting in traffic on my way back to LA I pulled over and decided to go for a beach run. I felt charged with so much joy seeing the bluffs, the fiery sun, and rising moon.

For me, Encinitas feels like eternal summer. The weather is always pleasant, the people are very nice, there's always surf, and most importantly, I feel the most free there. Free to create and free to be myself. It's like I remember who I am when I'm there.

I don't want to hate on LA, but it's been nearly 7 years here and it's been tough. I mean really tough. So tough that I've spent who knows how many thousands of dollars on herbal remedies, doctor bills, self-help workshops and counseling. Looking back I don't know if there was ever anything really wrong besides feeling not good enough, watching hopeful projects come and go and feeling like a failure, and feeling lonely- so terribly lonely. 

It's amazing how a city with 4 million people living in it can feel so isolated. An acquaintance once referred to Los Angeles as the city of Lost Angels. It's like we all came here searching for something. That something is disguised as fame, success, riches, a partner, but that something is really just our true Self. 

There are many places to seek out spirituality in Los Angeles, but in my opinion it all feels commercialized. I have met great clients here. I am so grateful for the opportunities I have received for work. It supports my soul searching and helps me try to dig myself out a hole of loneliness by learning. 

At 25 I came out here so bright eyed and optimistic. My first job was being a fitness expert for a virtual training website. I was an IFBB Bikini Pro, and knew my shit. I wrote the content, built the programs, and supplied the mathematical formulas to the tech team for the online calculators. I walked the talk as they say. 

I took great pride in that job. I thought I knew myself by seeing myself through the lens of a fitness expert and pro physique competitor; perhaps that's why it was stripped away. 

Like a hermit crab looks for a new shell I found a new identity as a fitness writer. I took on a job as a fitness editor, but within less than 6 months the company lost funding and that was the end of that. On to the next one...

I received a call from a major fitness production company within 2 weeks of being laid off. I got the job after the first meeting when I was able to put some scientific rationale to a heart training program and come up with a creative name for a burpee variation. I signed a contract as a independent contractor for a good amount of money. It was thrilling at the time; mostly because I had a title again. 

I spit myself out of that job though. My body started breaking down and giving me signals to get out. My back hurt from driving in LA traffic, childhood trauma was triggered from the stress I felt and the perfectionism I chased. A deep feeling of inadequacy haunted me daily. 

Instead of being honest and quitting, I told the director I was going to Bali and needed to travel. The problem was I didn't have the funds to do it. I knew I needed to make my own program, run my own business without counting on other jobs to always support me, because I was too scared to put the work in myself and make it happen. Too afraid of failing. 

Just as I was starting to put together my escape plan I was approached by an executive producer to create my own travel fitness show. This was my dream come true. My own show! My own creation! 

I put my heart into creating 12 episodes. I signed a BIG contract for a lot of money. I felt ALIVE again. I felt resurrected. 

But, then it didn't happen. Just as quickly as I had become inflated and high on life I deflated, spun downwards, and hit the ground hard. So hard, I shattered into a million pieces. 

I cried on my bedroom floor for weeks. I was financially broken and most definitely spiritually broken. I felt betrayed by God, the Universe, and myself. 

It's taken years to try to put myself back together again. 

Nature has been my greatest healer. She has helped me remember my childlike wonder, how to play, and time and time again she has showed me my strength and grace.  

It has taken me a long time be able to stand on my own two feet and offer something from my heart. That's exactly what this program I am building out- Elemental Conditioning is. It's the story of self reliance. It's my revival. It's the way I discovered to love myself more deeply no matter how badly my ego wants to berate me. It is all the things I have learned from the moment I shattered and how I am still, everyday, putting myself back together again.

It's an honor and a privilege to share it with the world even if it's not perfect, even if some may not like it, even if I struggle with the creative process I choose not to run away.

I have tried to stay in LA to prove to myself I am not running away, but the real stability is not about my physical location- why keep walking around a bloody battleground just to be able to prove I can carry myself upright?

The stability I seek is within- it's not running from the pain. It's taking the pain and being an alchemist; turning lead to gold. 

For the past month I have walked many miles to be able to see this clearly. I have walked to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite just to FEEL a stable surface beneath my feet, and when I reached the top I flipped my perspective to be able to see it was never about the physical in the first place.

I can run from place to place. I can create stability in my spine, routines, and practices, but if I never face myself and the past hurt I will never have a strong and stable foundation within. 


My Wish

My wish is that I had all the answers. 

My wish is that I could magically do any feat I dreamt of with ease. 

My wish is I felt steady, grounded, stable, yet creative, free, and spontaneous all at the same time. 

My wish is that I knew where this path is leading me.

But, if these wishes came true I wonder what I would work towards? 

I wonder how I would spend my time?

I wonder if I would miss the curiosity and the surprises?

I wonder if I would miss the journey because the journey is all I know. 



For the past two months I have been standing in front of my peers with a slideshow behind me, clicker in hand, and a mouthful to say about mobility & movement and healthy eating. 

Last week we changed gears and started a 4-week journey into mindfulness and mind training. Leading up to the first seminar I was panged with anxiety.

How could I most authentically convey the importance of meditation and mindfulness? 

Reflecting back on my own journey, I remembered that I didn't start meditating one day because I thought, "oh yes, this is a good for me, let me do this everyday." 

No, it was more like, "I don't have a choice but to do this." 

Doubt filled my mind. 

"Who am I to talk about meditation? I'm no renowned spiritual teacher."

"Who am I to layout steps towards happiness and contentment?"

"Am I even happy?" 

I've walked for miles up and down mountains, driven for hours solo along the coast, camped in nature for days to reconnect with the force of Source, traveled to India to learn meditation, spent countless hours in the yoga studio and gym, spent thousands of dollars on coaching and workshops, have a well-established library of self-help books, have filled journals cover to cover, sat in silence at a meditation retreat for hours on end for 10 days just watching my crazy monkey mind, all in the quest for happiness. 

And after all of that, I've learned that happiness does not come easily. 

Happiness is a practice; it takes work. 

To tell others, "just watch your thoughts and let them go," would be a gigantic disservice. Mind training may be simple in theory, "be present, equanimous, release attachment to thoughts" but let's face it, actually practicing that stuff is tough. 

Sometimes it's really hard to let go and we get stuck. You can be stuck for minutes, days, or years. You can't plan on when it's coming and you can't run from it when it comes; it consumes you. 

It sucks. 

But, without those dark moments life would be terribly boring.

It's very important to know that there's nothing wrong with you when you feel low. I'm pretty sure everybody does sometimes; it's just that no one talks about it. It's as if we put on a mask to the outside world and get really good at replying, "I'm great" when others ask how you are. So you suffer alone. 

But this is not true....suffering is part of the human condition. There will be love and loss, there will be disappointments, pain, and failures for everyone. 

Look at the bright side- there will be love, there will be miracles, joy, and there will be authentic success! 

When I feel stuck I discover my greatest strengths. I learn ways to get out of the dark hole: 

 a) courage to face the darkness

b) faith that the moment will pass and faith in Source and universal intelligence

c) self-discovery, healing, and life lessons that I am then able to share with others. 

Standing in front a room full of people with all eyes on me sharing one of my darkest moments was terrifying. I let go of being the expert. I let go of self-consciousness, and  I let go of the barrier that stood between my peers and myself. 

It was terrifying, but simultaneously immensely liberating. It was as if it came through me without my control, thought, or effort. 

In that moment, I learned what it truly means to be vulnerable.  I felt seen, heard, and most importantly loved.

Sometimes we think we are only loved or liked if we achieve more, acquire more accolades, more money and success; live the life we think we ought to rather than face who we are. I'm learning that loving all of myself no matter what the circumstance is the greatest achievement. 

When I teach meditation and mindfulness, I am sharing my journey. I teach because I am a student of myself and this life experience. We are all in this together and the best thing we can do is support each other through the good and bad until we see it all as one in the same.