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A friend sent me an Instagram post this week that laid out the type of workout you may or may not enjoy, but probably do anyway, and what that actually has to say about your overall personality. I’ve had moments in my life where I have gravitated towards a particular type of exercise and my personality has in fact reflected my need for that activity. I used to be an avid runner and still do like to run from time to time, although now it’s more of a run/walk situation then an

I grew up with a father who had OCD tendencies or rather was definitely on the spectrum, but it was the 90s and you just dealt with your mental illness the best that you knew how, which was really not at all. He once had a dentist tell him to stop brushing his teeth so hard because he had literally brushed the enamel off of them. He would clean kitchen utensils, plates, so meticulously that he would break or crack them. So, yes, OCD was quite possibly a prevalent enigma i

To be clear I did not want to go to a concert on a Tuesday, which surprisingly is very unlike me. I’m always up for a good time, especially when it's during the week. It breaks up the monotony, gives me something to look forward to when I’m facing the uphill battle to Friday. But my husband was looking forward to this particular band, although I had never heard of them before. They are called Jesse and Joy, a Mexican pop duo that was formed in 2005. They are a brother an

“Have you ever heard of the 5 AM power hour?” The beautiful red haired actress asked. She did that thing with her mouth where you could tell she wanted to smile, but was trying to hold it all back. She was sitting primly on the couch, legs crossed to one side. A television host was opposite. The host was sitting a bit too close for complete comfort, but her fans had grown quite used to her closeness and had even found it to be somewhat endearing at this point. “No I haven

My serotonin levels have decreased the older I have become. I’m not saying that I’m not happy, because I am, very, but I can’t remember the last time I was giddy, screaming at the top of my lungs, heart elated, so full of happy energy that once erupted I found I was forced to run around in circles like some sort of rabid dog. Before I get into the why in all of that, I want to tell you about one of those core childhood memories that I visit from time to time on those days wh

We finally got our Puerto Morelos apartment ready to airbnb. It has been a rather large undertaking to say the least, but it’s over now. Done and done and I do think it looks rather nice, but you can judge that for yourself. But now we need a property manager. Someone that can rent it out for us, managing the cleaning and turnover, making sure that everything is running how it should, etc. etc. (You think that living by the beach is so lovely until you realize how much th

There’s something to be said about sleepy towns. Those out of the way places that steal your heart with their familarity. Knowing the barista down the road, the bartender around the corner, the bookstore clerk across the street does something to a person, especially when you’re an introvert by nature. It eases something inside of you. Calms the overthinking mind, the anxious heart. But the town in question doesn’t just have those small town vibes, it has the ocean, the b

You may think I am just a glutton for punishment at this point and maybe I do like experiencing a certain level of pain or maybe it’s because once you fix something about your own physicality other things seem so much easier to change. I have always been insecure about my teeth. My front row dominantly shouts to be heard whenever I smile, but unfortunately when I obtained these overbearing front teeth of mine I was running a high fever at the time and this caused some perman

We left Mexico to hop onto another adventure. How incredibly cool my inner child couldn’t help but to think What a well traveled bitch my middle child confirmed And I was they all were until we were speeding through the Cancun airport, I was confident wearing a very boho, flowy, off white shirt. My necklaces hung down my neck in a haphazard way that was very much more on the planned side. ”Girl, I love your style,” I suddenly heard. I stopped my fast paced steps. Turned a

I was supposed to be born in July, perhaps even July 4th, although I would have to ask my parents for the exact date. I believe it to be July 4 and once believed these days reality is only a hop skip and a jump away. I turned 45 this year and America turns 250 (well will have already turned when you will be reading this). With the years ticking along like a clock that is midway through its battery life, I began to wonder what America and I have learned through our combined e

I’ve learned a few things over the last few weeks living in Mexico. And it’s not just the living part that has me clutching to the learning curve like a southern woman does with her pearls when she witnesses something particularly scandalous. I know that in Mexico the streets are perpetually uneven, have super slick spots (when it hasn’t rained), water usage has to be somewhat planned, a wack a mole game feels badly played whenever you cross a street or drive down one, and

There’s no pain involved, the husband said. No need to stress or worry, the doctor said. This part is easy, both members of the male council agreed. And they were both 1000% WRONG!!!! It pinched, it stung, there was unpleasant and what I felt to be unnecessary pressure and then some extra pulling for good measure. I was tense, my breast laid opened to the ceiling as I squeezed my eyes tightly closed and then realized with a panic that it wasn’t helping, in fact it was making

I’m not a good patient. That’s what I’ve learned from this experience thus far. I’m not good at laying around. My mind spirals into the softness of where my body I can only imagine is going to settle since I’ve been pretty much vertical since Friday. But… Let’s rewind so I can catch you up. I had surgery a week ago this Friday. It was a cosmetic thing. Not something I needed, but something that I wanted. That alone makes me feel like I shouldn’t complain about any of it

I saw a man today struggling to push around what seemed to be 10 scuba diving tanks, in a cart, up a very steep hill. It was the middle of the day. Big rolls of sweat were running down his weathered face as he let out a loud grunt and then another one for good measure. I watched his struggle and he looked at me watching his struggle. I wanted to help him; I should have helped him. I firmly believe that it’s always good to put a few well placed karma strands into the unive

So, I haven’t been able to sleep much the last few nights. Our two month Mexican adventure is rapidly approaching and my anxiety about the whole thing is at an all time high. I worry about my animals of course, even though we are having a house sitter stay to watch them, but I know that Frida has already surmised that something is amiss. I found her the other day hiding in one of our suitcases, as if to say, “You must take me to Mexico on this trip. Have you forgotten where

The Anxious Traveler's Dilemma I don’t know what I ever did to spring for her to be such a total diva. One minute she’s warm and inviting, and the next, she’s freezing me out like I’m some kind of unwanted guest. Her lack of decisiveness has really been adding to my bad mood lately. It really comes down to the fact that I need sunshine. And I’m obviously not getting that out of spring. The truly tragic part is that she can be such a lovely person when she wants to be. The flo

What do you do when you’re not THAT GIRL? You know the one She gets recognized amongst strangers nails the job interview or audition that she barely wanted and didn’t prepare for has her very first TikTok go viral without really giving a damn and then gets the literary agent after writing her first book without it going through a plethora of edits rewrites and lots and lots of self loathing Ma

I prefer to live my life in certain ways. A bit regimented, some probably would probably conclude, until I’m not. I’m what you would consider one of those all or nothing people. Moderation is so very hard for me to maintain. I would rather stray to two different sidelines and reside there for a bit until I’m drawn back like a magnet to something that is altogether different. When I get something stuck in my head, it’s hard to let much of it go. It may be an idea, a way o

My cat Edgar is 11. He’s become a bit crusty as the years have gone by. The other day I noticed he had a rather substantial growth on the very top of his head. My husband, not to be deterred by such things, messed with it enough to determine that it was completely filled with fluid. It comes and goes periodically, although the why in that is to be determined. Then, there is my mother. She recently had a growth that developed on her temple. It was causing her headaches

It’s that time of year again where what was once considered a small annoyance becomes a something that I loathe over and over again. I’m talking about high school aged children, if you didn’t already know. I say children because that’s what they are, children in too large, too awkward bodies. I guess I’m becoming that old person now. You know the ones. They filtered through your youth with a scowl or two directed at your loud immaturity. But I never behaved how the chil