The Language Your Body Speaks

Befriending your self starts with making small talk with your body My father was a pharmacist, my mother a nurse. In my household, we took stale-dated medicine (because it was still good even if it was illegal for him to sell so why waste it) and we were never indulged a day off school unless…

The Velocity Project winds down

For the last two years, I’ve been on a mission to Slow the Fuck Down. Now, the mission is winding down. Am I cured of my squeeze-too-much-in, take-too-much-on, work-like-a-maniac ways? No. The desire to have it all and have it all now is the root cause of me being overworked, overprogrammed and overcommitted. And it’s…

Patience, grasshopper.

Yesterday, I planted some seeds in the garden. Cold-hardy things that the seed packets promised could be started in April. I just couldn’t wait any longer. Today, I woke up and ran outside, to see if anything had happened. All the garden bed had for me (NO signs of life! no sprouts! no little seedlings!)…