This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for seven months. Each day that I opened my dashboard to work on other bits of this blog, I would catch sight of the word “graduation” and brush it aside with fleeting memories of the many hours I spent locked away in libraries working my way slowly through the
This post originally appeared as a guest blog post for Balance Lifestyle Co., an ethical clothing and lifestyle company I am an ambassador for.
I took these photos today at Angela‘s apartment over avocado toast and scrambled eggs with a side of good conversation. They were too aesthetically pleasing not to share. Featuring: Kinfolk magazine, Daniel Wellington watch, Bath and Body Works vanilla bean candle, Saje diffuser blends
Birthdays are weird. It’s like “congrats that your parents had sex and your mom gave birth to you on a specific day and you’ve been roaming around this world for a number of years so every 365 days we are going to throw you a party to celebrate the day you burst out into the world
To understand where I’m coming from, start with some background context on my dance story here and then read here about how I’m moving on after dance.
I have written and re-written my morning routine many times, always following bursts of inspiration from YouTube videos and blog posts of other people’s routines that work.
I had dabbled occasionally in yoga classes, but I had never committed to making it part of my routine until I stumbled across this one as part of my New Year’s Resolutions (you know, the whole ‘new year, new me’ thing).