Yoga History 101, Planned Parenthood & James Bond | Things I Learned This Week

Things I learned. (4)Another week — another lesson (or a million) learned. The first part of the week was spent in Belgrade, Serbia and after a 10 hour bus ride (which included a broken bus mid-way) I found myself in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Come Saturday September 15th — I’ll be in Lake Bled. So yeah. Three places — one week — it’s a miracle my head isn’t constantly spinning.

Here are the things I learned this week from books, articles, people etc.

I’m re-reading some literature I read — admittedly a bit too hastily during my yoga teacher trainings. One of which is a Yoga Philosophy & History text.

So while I had a good idea of the following prior to this week, it’s still a good idea to do some reviewing. And again, since I don’t have notebooks to hold on to at the moment, this blog is my notepad. Continue reading “Yoga History 101, Planned Parenthood & James Bond | Things I Learned This Week”

Why I meditate. And 3 Easy Ways For Anyone to Get Started.

I want to be unshakeable.

When the earth is crumbling around me, I want to stand still — serene in a moment of chaos. I want to garner enough inner peace to withstand even the most tumultuous emotional tornado. I want to withstand opposites with ease and steadiness.

This is what a consistent yoga practice gives us. This unreal super power of peace.

After years of debilitating anxiety and fear this appeals to me so much more than being able to stand on my hands… As difficult as it can be to challenge your physical body — there’s nothing harder (in my opinion) then to stay calm when fear comes knocking. To stay truly at peace (from the deepest corners of my inner being) when I’m being confronted with all sorts of nonsense. This isn’t the same thing as staying calm during stress*** I’m talking about peace in the deepest-purest sense of the word.

I’ve only met a few people in my life where their unwavering peace radiates from their being. Their solid foundation in the face of stress was palpable and inspiring.

Have you ever met anyone like this?

I think that of all the things that yoga gifts us with — this ability to be our own rock — is the most valuable. The thing that will help us most in our lives. All the other stuff is great (I never said I didn’t want to stand on my hands), but it’s the whipped cream on top of a giant ice cream scoop that often gets overlooked.Screen Shot 2018-09-07 at 10.15.46 AM
This caption from one of my Instagram photos pretty much sums up why I meditate. Continue reading “Why I meditate. And 3 Easy Ways For Anyone to Get Started.”

Francis Bacon, The Spine & Tesla | Things I Learned This Week

I always marvel at people who read a lot and actually remember what they read. Like, what super power is this? I don’t read nearly as much as I’d like — although I hope this is finally changing. But regardless, after I read a book, much of what I’ve read leaves me. It’s so upsetting! I want to be one of those people who can recall the names and dates and events of everything they’ve ever read.

But how?

While I’m reading a book, I’m totally in it. It’s not like I don’t understand or something. For the most part, if I continue reading a book and finish it — I’ve enjoyed the book thoroughly. And yet, I still end up forgetting much of what I read.

Also, I love fun facts. Continue reading “Francis Bacon, The Spine & Tesla | Things I Learned This Week”

On Being Uncomfortable. And a Bosnian Traffic Jam.

Everyone knows the value of getting out of the comfort zone, right? There’s no growth in comfort, right? Well, I am totally on board with this idea. I think comfort and contentment is the antithesis of progress. There’s something to be said about being content with who you are and what you have at this very moment, but at the same time placing a value on growth.

I have many goals in life, but if I had to choose just one: never stop growing.

Never.

Ever. Ever.

It’s kind of a big deal to me. If I’m the same exact person I was the week prior, I’m not living the way I’d like.

Continue reading “On Being Uncomfortable. And a Bosnian Traffic Jam.”

10 Things Nobody Told Me About Traveling The World

Admittedly I didn’t really do that much research before hitting the road. So there’s no doubt a million articles and posts and books about all the things to expect from traveling the world. I didn’t read them though. All I knew was I wanted to go out and travel the world.

And here I am. Doing it up. Currently in Bosnia — where we’ve ended our Balkan road trip (more on this soon). Our little white Heeheetka (Fiat) really went through some turbulent times (literally and figuratively) as we made our way from Tirana, Albania — > Sarande, Albania –> more Albania –> Montenegro –> Mostar, Bosnia — > camping near Kravica Waterfalls –> Sarajevo.

There’s so much to say about this part of my trip. And I think I’ve finally figured out a way to make consistently writing on this blog a thing… So keep your eyes peeled. Continue reading “10 Things Nobody Told Me About Traveling The World”

7 Things I’ve Learned From 5 Months of Travel

I’m currently sitting in a sweaty basement filled with British bros playing a soccer video game waiting for my laundry that I’ve been trying to do all day (there’s one washing machine for the entire hostel that probably houses some 50 ish people (or more)). And I lost my headphones.

I’ve had better days.

But also, if this is as bad as it gets — I’m ok with that. Continue reading “7 Things I’ve Learned From 5 Months of Travel”

I talk to myself.

My thoughts from tonight’s dinner as scribbled down on the notes in my phone. No edits. (Picture has nothing to do with the words)Screen Shot 2018-04-10 at 8.48.26 PM.png

Where am I?

Brittney Spears’ greatest hits are on full blast, I haven’t heard a single non-Russian all day with the exception of the Thais working various establishments, the ‘night market’ is priced wildly higher than any other I’ve been to, advertisements for “supercheap” (and yes, they do look super cheap) lingerie is surrounding me on all sides, I’m sweating bullets as I devour said over priced (albeit yummy) night market find while watching someone get the dry skin on their feet eaten by tiny fish across the tables — topped with Changs and various styrofoam containers getting attacked by obnoxious flies (damn those things are EVERYWHERE). Continue reading “I talk to myself.”