Okay confession time: I used to be that girl who’d have a full existential crisis because Starbucks spelled my name wrong. 🙃 You know the vibe – constantly overthinking, mentally replaying awkward conversations…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to wake up like a startled raccoon 🦝 – scrambling for coffee while mentally drafting apology texts for the 3 AM “u up?” memes I’d sent my group…
Read moreOkay, real talk: when my therapist suggested “mindful movement” instead of my usual rage-treadmill sessions, I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my prefrontal cortex. But three months later? I’m that girl…
Read moreOkay, real talk ladies… When my therapist suggested meditation instead of my nightly Cabernet coping mechanism? I laughed so hard I spilled rosé on my yoga pants. 🍷💃 But three panic attacks and…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to wake up like a panicked meerkat scanning for predators. Alarm blaring, Instagram-scrolling before my eyelids fully opened, chugging cold brew while mentally drafting 17 to-do lists. My…
Read moreLet me confess something: I showed up to my first yoga class wearing socks with cartoon avocados on them 🥑. Not because I’m quirky, but because I’d confused “zen vibes” with “comfy vibes.”…
Read moreLook, I’ll admit it – I didn’t crawl onto a yoga mat seeking enlightenment. I showed up because my lower back screamed louder than my Spotify playlist after eight hours of laptop hunching….
Read moreOkay babes, let’s get real. My mornings used to look like a TikTok fail compilation: hair tangled like Medusa’s cousin, tripping over yoga pants while trying to put on yoga pants, and chugging…
Read moreOkay babes, let’s get real – who else has cried in pigeon pose? 🙋♀️ Raise your hand if you’ve ever rolled out your yoga mat thinking “this will be ~zen~” only to end…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real. Two years ago, if you’d told me I’d be writing about ~vIbEs~ and ~eNeRgY aLiGnMeNt~, I’d have laughed while downing my third espresso. I was your classic Type-A overachiever:…
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