If you had told me when I was growing up that I would someday graduate from Harvard, I never would have believed you.
It’s hard to believe, but a year and a half has passed since the beginning of my “unplanned year” experiment.
To recap, despite having an amazing job, one that I had been dreaming about and working towards for years, I felt compelled to make a big change. I wanted to press pause on my life – to intentionally create space, and see what would come of it. I honestly didn’t know what the end result would be. Had I been asked to bet on it, my money would have been on me returning to teaching with a deeper appreciation for the stability it provides; I have been so surprised by what has emerged instead.
I have come across so many wonderful books this year. The bolded books are my top 10 (and within each category, I’ve listed the books in order of how much I enjoyed them, with my favorites at the top). Happy reading!
‘Tis the season! If you know me well, you know that being cozy is one of my top priorities. Especially given the tough week we’ve had in LA, I really needed to slow down and focus on what makes me feel calm. The below list is comprised of the things that help me get into the coziest of moods. Enjoy!
This past year, I have been opening my heart and practicing more vulnerability in the hopes that living more exposed, is living more freely. So, with that vulnerability, I want to share something I’ve struggled with for many years.
Corinne is one of my very best friends and she currently lives in Vancouver. We have lived in separate cities for the past 4 years, but thankfully, we’ve been able to see each other regularly. We’ve met up in Toronto, San Francisco, and LA twice; I was determined to make it to Vancouver this year. I had been to Vancouver a couple of times in the past, but only for work – this was my first time really getting to relax and enjoy the city.
When I first moved to LA, people started recommending me “all the great hikes here I simply had to do” – to which I would smile and then silently file in my “thanks but not for me” drawer.
To me – hiking was basically the opposite of an activity I would enjoy. Something for those who owned “gear.” I thought it was laden with rattlesnakes, mountain lions, and cliffs – none of which existed on my fair and gentle isle in Canada.