We are culturally conditioned to feel certain ways around certain people. Recognize it and refuse to succumb to it.

“Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment.” Robert Benchley

I wish I could say I took this photo but JÉSHOOTS from Pexels did.

This blurry photo was taken in Naples, Italy shortly after my ultimate rejection. Proof that we do, indeed, survive the odds and can still enjoy the best pizza on earth.

The views were nice.

All my lives had better include tortillas.

The short list.

In my next life, I ask the universe to bring me back as a 15 year old Mexican girl.

Before I started meditating regularly.

Here I sit in a world of limited French fries.

Sometimes you just don’t f*cking know.

An official Dear John letter.

In honor of my best friend’s birthday, I want to dedicate this love letter to the topic of soulmates.

“There’s a meet-ing in my bedrooooom.”
[Shout out to my 80s babies who catch this silky lyrical reference.]

I missed my meditation yesterday.

I have to do something about my name.

Everything can change in an instant.

Surprise! I did not paint this.

Sage travel advice: When in Mexico, do things the Mexican way.

“Mom, why are you eating my food?”